Noteless for this
Imperial Smog (Rocket?) from Beavertown, I was watching
the new Bond, which was actually quite enjoyable. Bardem was quite creepy. If I recall correctly then, I'm guessing this is a ratcheted version of the delicious
Smog Rocket? Just looking at the photo again, my nostrils fill up with thick smoky stoutiness. The booze in this one was very present, possibly too much for me. A slow sipper - this one lasted the best part of an hour I think. My first imperial porter/stout experience, I felt like I needed a cigar to go with it. Bought this from
Royal Mile Whiskies. The second of these photographs is inside one of the lifts at the Tate Modern, Ava Jean and I visited there yesterday morning for a blast around the Turbine Hall (and I had a quick visit to Utobeer + Oddbins afterwards).
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