At last, on the 24th December, the big Christmas evening in Scandinavia – we want to celebrate with a bang. And how better to do this than with the biggest bang we know: Jule Mælk.
The milk stout as a style has a long, rich history, of which allaboutbeer.com has a great article if you want to know more about it and nerd out with your next Tinder date (a winning conversation starter, I assure you)
For those that have not had the pleasure of taking a beating from the beloved To Øl Jule Mælk, let me introduce you: This heavyweight champion, coming in at a hefty 15%, is the strongest beer to date that we’ve ever made. It’s the kind of formidable strength that one can’t really prepare for; the kind that leaves only death and destruction in its wake, though delivered in the most loving way: like the giant baby in Honey I Blew Up The Kid. Or your drunk aunt doing a rendition of ‘I Will Always Love You’ after one too many sherries.
Imagine, if you will, a nativity scene – whereby the snow has been replaced with caramelised brown sugar, the three kings replaced with coffee, chocolate and raisins, and baby Jesus has been replaced with a crib overflowing with lactose. Granted, it would be blasphemous to create such a scene, if the resulting combination wasn’t so absolutely divine.
We can think of no better way to be surrounded by loved ones on this special, special day, than to be slurring our way through a game of charades, having consumed all 330 millilitres of this gargantuan beauty.