This is the graphic that Throwback uses to brand Campfire Porter. Personally, I don't understand this imagery. It looks like a sate bear dancing in the waft of burning excrement, or possibly its leg is satisfyingly on fire. We can't see the other leg so there is speculation abound.
Wanton for White Birch, our beer/food serving person at Firefly asserted "distribution problems" and this left me on the doorstep of a classic near-terminal spiral of second choice beer indecision. Andy stepped in before it could even start and prompted this suggestion, and it was stellar.
It tastes weird, but like medicine that actually doesn't taste gross and makes you want to eat more medicine, it's a very pleasant weird. I haven't drank with any regularity for the better part of this year now, so my ability to describe beer is severely impaired by the fact that I now have the tolerance of a Utah middle schooler. But this beer must be acquired if you are local to southern New Hampshirechusetts. Locally sourced ingredients and made by CHICKS. This one wins big. Dark, rife with peculiar, interesting flavor, and in no way overwhelming to palate or a gut full of beef stroganoff, I implore you to try it.
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