Pin-Up Porter : Southern Oregon Brewing : Porter
My mother drank beer, but she was never much of a beer drinker. She’d complain about my dark beers, didn’t I have anything drinkable. But she could finish off whatever she found in the fridge after I had returned back to NYC.
She was more a bourbon drinker, although her tastes in this smooth comfort were never that refined. If it carried the word bourbon on the label, that was fine. She once found my hidden bottle of Wild Turkey Rare Breed and ripped through it with the ease of polishing off some Evan Williams.
That was her forte, bourbon. I suspect that she would toss out something like, “how can you drink that stuff?” if she saw a glass of Pin-Up Porter. This would be after I calmed her down that the pin-up reference had nothing to do with pornography, of course. If she cautiously sipped it, she might note some similarities to bourbon, the thickness, the hint of smokiness, some vanilla notes…nothing that would be found in a real beer. She would like the smooth drinkability, maybe appreciate the suggestion of chocolate, but cringe a bit at the hint of spices.
But she could damn well make her way to the bottom of the glass.
So, here’s to you, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.
(Mom’s rating: 12%)