Lynch Mob – Rambling Reviews of Scandinavian Booze Vol. 1
Good evening! It is a gloomy day today. And this gloom has made me thirsty. In other words, I wish to consume alcohol now.
The Scandinavians live in darkness for half the year.
What shall we drink this evening?
Let’s see, this one is a…it says it’s an imperial stout. By Nils Oscar. That’s a brewery in Nyköping, Sweden, apparently.
Founded in 1996…that’s 24 years ago, as of today.
Ah, but see here—it’s named after the real Nils Oscar, whose surname was Sundberg. He was born in 1865 in Norrbotten where the sun always shines in June. He was a farmer, not a brewer.
This beer comes in a slender bottle. A bit more elegant than the typical American beer bottle, or the shiny aluminum tall boy can, I’d say.
I am in the mood for a lobster roll. I hear the lobsters are moving further and further north as the sea water temperatures increase.
Let’s open this stout.
I am pouring it into my pint glass. It is a dark color, basically black, which is a standard color for stouts. Smells malty.
Tastes malty. Hints of chocolate. Smooth, medium body.
I intend to finish it.
Rowdy Geirsson unsuccessfully attempts to promote Leif Erikson awareness and barely maintains Scandinavian Aggression, a mediocre blog about Vikings. He is the editor of Norse Mythology for Bostonians and is a regular contributor to Metal Sucks, McSweeney’s, Points in Case, and Slackjaw. Follow him on Twitter @RGeirsson, or don’t.