ALLAGASH WHITE gets all the girls, metaphorically speaking. One of craft’s iconic ‘gateway’ beers, it may be lesser-known than Fat Tire or Sierra Nevada Pale Ale but is still first call for witbier once macro efforts like MillerCoors’ Blue Moon or InBev’s Hoegaarden lose their luster. White is also that uncommon stepping stone to ‘real craft’ that holds up to future scrutiny, rarely losing fans once they’ve been made. But for all its qualities White is arguably not the best of Allagash’s year-round hues.
The challenger to that title is Black, a 7.5% ABV ale brewed with a handful of different grains (barley, wheat, oats, two kinds of roasted malt) and dark candi sugar. Black won’t win any popularity contests, though. White is far and away the more common sighting on tap and available in 4-packs, besides, whereas Black’s smallest format is a 750 ml bottle. This comparative rarity may have several causes, but two stand out: one, dark ales are less popular overall; two, as a self-proclaimed ‘Belgian-style stout’, Black self-selects into an even smaller niche market. What is a Belgian-style stout? Does it really even exist? Google suggests that Allagash has a monopoly on the term prompting one to think it’s more marketing lingo than fact-based. Yet this beer is distinctively roasted and considerably darker in complexion (both in looks and taste) than virtually any traditional Belgian strong dark ale. So the description does indeed have merit—and after one taste of Black it’s a wonder more breweries haven’t caught on.
True to its name, Black has a clean nose of roasted grains, with torrified wheat being unusually prominent. It does not smell burnt despite the substantial dose of dark malts, though; instead, dark chocolate or molasses lurks deeply alongside a bit of anise or faint vanilla touch. The mouthfeel is quite crisp, reflecting the inclusion of candi sugar that lightens the midsection and gives it some licorice and jammy sweetness without leaving it hollow like a dry Irish. There’s a distinctive early sweetness, too, prominent yet hard to define—elderberry or dark red grapes, perhaps, almost a little winelike though far from that level of gravity. It makes a beguiling early statement before being washed away by assertive carbonation (high for a stout, on the lower side for a Belgian), toast, light phenol dust, and some mineral in finish. The alcohol is quite masked and overall this beer is suspiciously easy to drink. In the ongoing battle royale for retail shelf space, four-packs of Black would be equally threatening to Dragon’s Milk and Chimay Blue. And, for that matter, maybe even to White.
Served: On tap (Clementi’s, Arlington Heights)
Rating: 91