Delirium Noël

Brouwerij Huyghe


New Year's Day I woke up at 8:00 AM with the worst hangover I've had in years, possibly dating back to the 1990's. My head hurt, my tongue was unusually large, I couldn't open my eyes, and the light from the Sun burned my skin. Plus, I had to be at the airport in less then 2 hours to pick up my in-laws, which wasn't that big a deal, as they're great people, except for the fact that I was hungover and tired. And I blame all of these feelings on Delirium Noël. 1 glass of champagne. 2 bottles of Salvator Doppelbock. A pint of Sam Smith's Winter Welcome. And this, a 750 ml bottle of 10% abv Pure Death. The night before, I felt like I could've been on the label of this bottle, sitting on Santa's sleigh, being hauled by a team of pink elephants. The morning after, I just wanted to die. God this beer was good. God it made me feel horrible the next day. Moderation, Steve. Always in moderation.

Reviewed: June 03, 2006

Rating: 7/10

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