Hair of the Dog — Fred from the Wood
I’ve been getting into barley wine lately. Had twenty or so samples of the style in the past year, both on tap and bottles. Barrel aged and not. I’d say after the experience of these tastings, that I really love a good barrel aged barley wine. Something about the aging really makes the smell and taste pop while maintaing a good balance of flavor.
I obtained a 2008 bottle of HOTD Fred From the Wood (the wood aged version of their normal Fred) and split it three ways with my cousins, who are fine conisseurs of many things, but don’t know much about good beer.
This one was consumed immediately upon waking from a night of debauchery in Las Vegas. Just opened my eyes, wiped off some of the crust from all parts of my body, and cracked this to help wash the cigar taste out of my mouth from the previous night of playing Monica Lewinsky with strippers. Now, a beer of this caliber and rarity normally requires the appropriate glassware, but on this occasion, the beer was poured into a previously-used-for-some-unnamed-cocktail, hotel wine glass that I found resting on the table next to the tallest stack of ones that I have ever seen and a barette. Not too sure how either of these items got there, but if anyone hears about a dead stripper missing a hair barette in the future, please email me so that I can delete this post.
Appearance is an amber color (the beer, not the barette). Perhaps a bit hazy, but not much. A bit of disinterested head that you would expect from a barrel aged barley wine.
Smells of dark fruit, oak, alcohol, stripper perfume, taxi cab air freshener, stale Jack Daniels, and perhaps cranberry juice? Damn strippers. Some notes of spice and caramel help to round it out.
Taste is magnificent. Notes of fig, raisin, oak, light tobacco (or was that my breath?) and just the right amount of alcohol on the finish to warm the insides. Well balanced with a mouthfeel that begs for more.
I could drink this until the end of time. One of the best beers that I’ve had in my life, and one that, like Vegas, I hope to experience again, and again, and again.
Official BoozeReviews Score: 98/100!
I leave you with five pieces of advice for your next trip to Vegas.
1. If a stripper asks you “Do you want to have a FUCKING good time?” and she speaks perfect English, just say yes.
2. Don’t ever eat a day old lollipop, gummy bear, or red vine that you find stuck to the inside of your pocket. Unless someone dares you to, then just say yes and chew really fast.
3. If two of your shitfaced-wasted male friends are freaking on each other to the beat of some techno crap while you are getting a lapdance and your stripper asks you if they are gay, just say yes.
4. If a cocktail host asks you if you would like a bottle of Jack Daniels for the table and you reply that “I’m not buying shit for these assholes, but bring one for me” you know you are already fucked up and probably don’t need to drink the whole thing yourself. But in any case, just say yes.
5. If your name is P.J. and everyone starts calling you “Pussy Juice” because you threw up in a cab outside of a strip club and you’re the only one who doesn’t get in, it’s time to rethink Vegas. Maybe hold off on saying yes.
If you need more advice about Vegas, email me at: justsayyesvegas@stripperholes.edu
L’Chaim!

Definitely an appropriate beer first thing in the morning, at least by name.
My stomach hurts from laughing…just say yes!
Excellent post Jesse. Funny, I’m supposed to go to vegas next month, so this advice is timely. I will, however, forego the Jack Daniels’ — he’s an unrepentant asshole and I can’t hang out with him anymore.