Nomad Brewing Co. Couch Stout. A cosy and delightful little oatmeal stout from the very well regarded Nomad Brewing Co. located on Sydney’s northern beaches.
Ever complained about the heat? Sick of sitting around sweating in your undies in mid April? Are you the kind of person who busts out a jacket and beanie the minute the mercury dips below 21 °C in a bid to convince yourself that Ned Stark was right (about the changing seasons, not the bit about living out his life on The Wall with a fully functioning neck and attached head)? Then this beer is for you. As we all know, as the weather becomes cooler it’s finally time to cellar those light and spritzy imperial IPAs and stock up on those big, dark and warming 5.3% oatmeal stouts. So drink up you lil’ thermophobic battlers.
Due to the continuing and frankly annoying trend of hottest months on record, the timeframe for drinking stouts is sadly becoming remarkably small. As we all know, drinking stout in any time other than winter is strictly forbidden. And who do we have to blame for this? Those “scientists” with their “evidence” and “facts” about the greatest con job (apart from 9/11 obvs) ever perpetrated on human kind: climate change. Climatologists are all well and good but I heard from Dad’s mate Steve – who works as some sort of computer guy for IBM so you know he’s pretty smart – that it’s just a natural cycle and we’ve got nothing to do with it so it’ll go back to normal in a few years. These alarmists are only playing up the human angle because it’s how they get paid! Wake up sheeple! If I had a dollar for every millionaire climatologist who parachuted into one of their negatively geared properties on the East Coast in a safe Greens Party seat for preselection, I’d be almost as rich as that crook Al Gore. I think I’ll leave the decision making on environmental policy to the merchant bankers and mining industry union officials thank you very much. But I digress, winter now lasts for about 12 minutes so you’d better set an alarm or something.
Couch Stout is perfect in a Spiegelau™ Stout™ Glass™...Jesus Von Christingham whose plump lips do I have to kiss to be given fucking stout glass? Don’t you people know who I am?