If you've ever siphoned gasoline from your neighbor's gas tank, you know that you inevitably get a taste of fine, refined petroleum in the process. Well, that's how I got a taste of the porter last night while the Enthusiast and I racked the beer into the carboy to clarify.
I kind of winced as I pulled the filthylooking wort through the tube, not knowing what to expect. The liquid swirled in my mouth while I decided whether to let myself taste it or not. The Enthusiast held the racking tube inside the primary fermenter as I snaked the vinyl tube into the carboy. The wort started to fill the new container, and then I realized that this dark and murky liquid tasted surprisingly like beer -- real beer.
It was a bit boozy yet, but the flavor was strong and good. The recipe is supposed to be similar to Great Lakes Edmund Fitzgerald, but in its current state the beer tastes a little like the stronger Thirsty Dog Siberian Night, which is a 9 percent ABV imperial stout. The beer should be ready for bottling this coming weekend, and then another two-week wait before we can really drink it down.
I'm looking forward to pairing the porter with Thanksgiving dinners.