Score
7.09
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No head to speak of. Black beer with a reddish rim; alcoholtears on the glass. Alcohol wafts up, a mile out. Bit smokey. Raisins, boerejongens, felt, fusels, cedarwood. Raisins, plums, prunes, other dried fruit, cigarleaf, orange liqueur. Fusels and esters festival. The complexity is awesome - the palo sancto? Hot. Thick. Explosive. Low carbonation, oozy. A smack of the iron fist in the velvet glove. Whatever, La Débauche reaches lonely high peaks in the French cerevisial landscape.