The universe and I get along pretty good sometimes. Not long after I yapped here about the the virtues of excessive hoppiness, my all-time favorite undefeated heavyweight champion beer of the world Duvel decided to unleash a new limited-edition triple-hopped version of itself. Verily, the hand of fate has smiled upon me, and don't tell me that's a mixed metaphor 'cause I know it.
At double the usual price - twenty bucks a bottle - I may not be haulin' these home by the palletload every weekend, but damn, I wish I could. This stuff does not disappoint. If you're already a Duvel fan (and you are, you just don't know it yet) you'll be pleased to know that its characteristic taste (which was already quite hoppy to begin with) is here in Duvel Tripel Hop strong as ever, it's just bigger. Bigger than large, bold as life, badder than a junkyard dog, bitterer than a dogyard junkie.
As that Kentucky gentleman Brent accurately stated in his review on BeerAdvocate: " the Belgian Strong Pale Ale character is prominent, with the hopping complimenting rather than mutating the beer."
- - JSH
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I didn't even have to read a sentence, and I was sold. That said, I did read the sentences.
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