Left Hand’s Milk Stout has a purple label with a cow that
made me think it was going to be a psychedelic trip through the farmland, but
it pours with a dark body and foamy head that were superbly adult.
As I sipped this stout, I was transported, not to an Ohio
dairy farm, but the espresso notes took me to a trendy city café. An acoustic
guitarist played a smooth, finger-picked melody while cars and pedestrians
filled the bustling streets just outside the window. The Milk Stout’s soft carbonation
tingled on my tongue and I looked across the room to notice a lovely lady
walking in my direction. “Nice stout.” She said as she walked by and I thought
to myself, “Yes, this is a nice stout.”
Stay classy,
-Captain Z
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