Total Score: 8.15/10
Evil Twin is Denmark’s answer to “Can Denmark make awesome beers or what?”, and I’m hitting the hardest ABV of their brews that is readily available (they did produce a limited release 17.2% American Double Imperial Stout called “Bozo Beer” however good luck getting one in Australia): Molotov Cocktail. The name in itself conjures up thoughts of my mouth exploding with delight, as well as my nipples*.
Poured from a 355ml bottle into a Duvel Tulip.
A: Presents an orange body with a crazy amount of yeast particles floating around and a thin white lacing for a head. Doc likes yeast particles, so extra points there. 9/10.
S: Big fruity and floral hops smash my olfactory senses, also noted is a sweet caramel malt base and grapefruit lingering in the background. Smells like an absolute hop fuelled fantasy. 9/10.
T: Very much an amped up version of Bridgeport’s Hop Czar, which I noted as having characters of: Grapefruit, pine resin, and bitter orange hops – upfront, at the back and generally all over the place, these hops are tap-dancing on my tongue. There is also a cloying syrupy sweetness as well, like a tanker full of treacle. I find this a bit too intense, then I look at the label and remind myself that it is 13% ABV, and it’s not that intense for alcohol this high. At least the balance of sweetness to bitterness is even-handed. 8/10.
M: Medium bodied, with a carbonation that is hard to place due to the oiliness of the mouthfeel, it’s not distracting nonetheless. 7/10.
D: Well Evil Twin really lobbed a live grenade onto my tongue with this brew. It made me stand to ask the question “Am I really enjoying this or is it too much?”, then I would take another sip and the answer would invariably be my inner hop lover nodding “Yes to both!” frantically. A beer with caveats then. Whilst it doesn’t destroy my tongue with bitterness like Sixpoint’s Resin, and it doesn’t turn me into a diabetic like Gulden Draak, it comes quite close to doing both. 8/10.
Food match: Sharp cheese platter… or anything with bold flavours really, your tongue will be numb before you finish the glass anyhow.
*Did anyone get my obscure Monty Python “Dirty Hungarian Phrasebook” reference?