You know that noise that Homer Simpson makes when he sees donuts, or beer, or Marge naked (or is that just me?), or anything else that makes the drool come down the corner of his mouth? And you know he'd step over his mother for just a drop of whatever has his desires? That's kind of the noise I'm making right now. This is just....wonderful. Freakin' wonderful. Or, as the Dutch would say...you know what, I don't give a damn what the Dutch would say, I'm calling it wonderful. The 8% alcohol just sooooothes the back of my throat. It's probably a sacrilege that I'm drinking it out of a Westmalle goblet, but I think god will forgive me, because it was still brewed by his monks. Or at least there was a monastery on the label.
Reviewed: March 05, 2005