Tactical Nuclear Penguin -- The Deep Dive

Dog! This is one fine Beer--and that's spelled B-e-e-r with a capital Brew Dog and don't let the 32% bite fool you.

And it really is a stout--just not the weenie-dog 3% kind you're used to. (Not mentioning any names. You know who you are.)

But it's a sipp'n beer--enjoy it by the thimble.

Opened this bottle on Mother's Day with J, J-prime, UJ, D and myself. It was served at about 58 degrees.

Batch 002 -- Best before December 25, 2019. You like that? I do.




Pours an amber color--a bit like Glenmorangie. And with a head so thin you could, well, almost, think it's Glenmorangie.

A profligate aroma of alcohol on the nose--not a Rauch Bock blast across the bow mind you, but a sniff nonetheless to let you know there's serious business at hand.

All hop aroma has been banished to Siberia.

A wee-bit less alcohol lapping on the tongue--but not much. Tastes of tobacco, oak, caramel, molasses, roasted grain. A bit strong in the finish--not for the faint of heart.

S tried a sip and made a face--everyone else enjoyed the hell out of it--I enjoyed three shots, easily putting me over the limit to take to the streets.

March of the Penguins

And they will march just as they have done for centuries, ever since the emperor penguin decided to stay, to live and love in the harshest place on Earth: Tazio's bar!



No actual penguins were harmed during the making of this farce.

The Tactical Nuclear Penguin Has Targeted My House!

It didn't sense my presence and is retargeting to the W-B P.O.