
While visiting one of beerpusher’s favorite stores, I came across this beauty in the back cooler collecting dust. The 11th anniversary ale was released to the public back in September of 2007. I didn’t get a chance to try one out then, and looks like the Gods have smiled upon me by putting this bottle in my path.
This thing has got to be good. First its from Stone. Second it’s an IPA from Stone. Third, it’s a “Black” IPA from Stone. I mean, good God, Its hard to believe the beer selections these days. It just keeps getting better and better. 2008 is a great year for the beer connoisseur, and things don’t seem to be slowing down a bit.
It looks like a stout. For real. It pours out dark, thick and syrupy. There is just the faintest hint of light shining through this silky wonder. The head is dense, off white, and pocketed like an asteroid. What really blows me away is the fact that this gem stinks of hops. Yeah, I know it’s an IPA and it should stink of hops, but it looks like a stout, and my brain is trying to sort it all out. Given a closer sniff, indeed this is an IPA and the resinous hops have made their presence known.
The taste is magnificent. I don’t know how they are doing it, but Stone continues to make top-notch beer without exception. The mouthfeel is a bit more viscous than the average IPA, and I would image that this beer is loaded with malt, yet the flavor is dominated by the hops. It’s pretty incredible, I’d love to pour one of these bad boys for one of my buddies without telling them what it is, just to see them puzzle it out. It’s soo smooth, slightly roasted, yet bitter as hell. Very drinkable and very enjoyable.
If you can find one of these (I’ve only got one left aging in the cellar), buy it at all costs.
Serving Type:Bottle
ABV: 8.7%


Sierra Nevada sure did step it up with this batch. They flew all the way down to New Zealand to pick a variety of fresh hops, dried them and shipped them to the US to be brewed with North American malts. I think this fits into the “going above and beyond” category.
I always used to say that,”someday I’ll learn to enjoy the taste of barley wines”. Why the hell didn’t you slap me? You know who you are. After a short conversation with a trustworthy beer store employee he came back with a complimentary Olde School hoping this would change the way I feel about barley wines.
