Meet the Porters – Vanilla Porter
| ABV: 6.5% | IBU: 30 | SERVING TEMP: 4-6°C |
| INGREDIENTS: Water, Malted barley, Wheat, Vanilla, Hops, Yeast | ||
| STYLE: Porter w/Vanilla | ||
| GLASSWARE: GLB Crown Viking | ||
Availability:
Here and There
This vanilla porter pours midnight with an off-white, latte-like head. You may find an array of aromas such as caramel, maple, raisin, and hazelnut. Centre stage on the first sip is the vanilla in a starring role, and quickly dissipates, making room for the roastiness of espresso.
The mouthfeel is smooth and creamy. Meet the Porters leaves you with a pleasant lingering bitterness.
Tiramisu, fresh strawberries, Oka cheese, and prime rib roast.
Larry and Sherry Porter can be found lurking, sinisterly, in the dark corners of modern day pubs, dressed in satins, lace, and silks, silently observing the human condition as though it was a separate entity from theirs. But who can truly say what lies behind their haunting gaze? What is true, for whatever is cloaked in the Porters' otherworldly minds, is also true for this rich, dark porter. In the darkness, where secrets fester and multiply, lies the key to the lavish indulging of the senses.
This vanilla porter pours midnight with an off-white, latte-like head. You may find an array of aromas such as caramel, maple, raisin, and hazelnut. Centre stage on the first sip is the vanilla in a starring role, and quickly dissipates, making room for the roastiness of espresso.
The mouthfeel is smooth and creamy. Meet the Porters leaves you with a pleasant lingering bitterness.
Tiramisu, fresh strawberries, Oka cheese, and prime rib roast.
Larry and Sherry Porter can be found lurking, sinisterly, in the dark corners of modern day pubs, dressed in satins, lace, and silks, silently observing the human condition as though it was a separate entity from theirs. But who can truly say what lies behind their haunting gaze? What is true, for whatever is cloaked in the Porters' otherworldly minds, is also true for this rich, dark porter. In the darkness, where secrets fester and multiply, lies the key to the lavish indulging of the senses.
