Thornbridge Saint Petersburg Imperial Russian Stout, from our brothers and sisters from other mothers and misters across the pond at Thornbridge Brewery, Bakewell, England. It's dark, frothy, rich, comes in a big ass bottle, and has a reasonable 7.7% ABV. The Brits are good like that

The label on the other side of the bottle does feature a stony white chick, who looks topless, so that's nice. On the neck of the bottle, the Thornbridge seal is pretty bad ass too. I bet they have made out of iron at the top of an arch that you can walk under. Otherwise, the label isn't all that wonderful for distracting yourself. I can't even peel it off when I get bored. It's really stuck on there.
The label is a 5 out of 10, its OK to look at but won't pass the time. The sweet boozy beer inside the bottle is like a 7 out of 10, which is actually better than it sounds. I think the average beer is a 2 out of 10, most likable beers get the 5 out of 10 spot, 9 or 10 out of 10 are reserved for those gods among men of beers (I'm looking at you, Fifty/Fifty Eclipse Imperial Stout), leaving 7 and 8 for surprisingly good beers. Really 7 out of 10 is a huge compliment. You're welcome, Thorny.
Here's the thing, though: I miss the 9's and 10's. Sure, a beer like this guy is satisfying, lovely, tastes great, and does it's best to fill that beer-shaped hole in my heart (never let your heart surgeon drink on the job), but sometimes a good beer mostly makes me want to be drinking a great beer. That's what we got here. This is a quite good beer, just good enough to make me wish I was drinking a better beer. Maybe one with label writing from someone who bathes regularly.
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