Dogfish Head is Decadant and Depraved

You've got to take the good with the bad. You overlook your friends' (glaring) flaws because, well, they're cool people. You watch the special extended trilogy of Lord of the Rings, back-to-back-to-back every weekend, and you suffer the strange looks you get from your parents roomates for not moving for twelve hours straight, and the numb-butt that won't go away until Tuesday, because damn it, those movies are awesome. And like a great dog that you ultimately forgive for occasionally taking liberties with the "dog bathroom is outside" policy, you gotta love Dogfish Head's lineup of rock-solid year-round ales: the balanced, stiff-hop and sticky-malt 60-Minute IPA, the lusciously warm and thick and sweet Indian Brown Ale, the tongueblitz of hoppy and malty that is damn near perfection in their 90 Minute IPA. All this, and you love them, despite some crazy ex"beer"iments that leave you nursing the oral equivalent of a black eye, wondering what the hell it was you just blew ten bucks on.

Look no further than DFH's Palo Santo Marron, a brown ale that makes you wish you had the chops for something so strong, a beer that's a sucker punch to the taste buds. Like a freshman English major turning the last heavy page of Ulysses, this beer mystifies in its overbearing complexity to the last sip. This ale clearly ascribes to the "go big or go home" philosophy, but at 12abv and 50ibu, I'll leave this beer at home and opt for something I can actually enjoy.