Tired, the hike catching up. Too much beer in the fridge, still. The slow realisation that I can’t drink it all tonight. Maybe I can stuff a few bottles into the suitcase, maybe.
Into the fridge, out comes a porter. A-ha, it’s got flor de taronger, orange blossom. A beer from here.
Dark brown, carbonated. The main flavour, just dodging description. Bloomed chocolate springs to mind, badly stored, hard, dry, bloomed chocolate. Liquorice says my wife, pulling a face.
Nice enough, maybe a touch thin, maybe not. Disappointingly, no flor de taronger though. No discernible here.