We had the imperial kirsch last night, it was good, but it didn't compare with the bottle of barrel-aged Great Divide Yeti that preceded it. That's a literal monster taste bomb, very complex. I'm not a great fan of the stouts that taste like someone liquidized a cake.
We're all out of Prairie Artisan stouts that moment (the sublime Pirate Noir, Bible Belt, and Bombe) which is making me sad. They had Bible Belt on tap in Ghost Whale the last time we were there. Oh my. And FFS, how long ago was that, now? Over a year. I want to go sit in a place that has other people in it and drink a beer.
For proper ABV danger zone territory, there are barrel-aged barley wines. I love these, but they often top 12% and up, so they're proper sipping beers. A couple of years back we went to a bar in NYC, and they had were doing a barley wine tasting. On a Sunday afternoon. Oh well, why not. It was quiet and the bar girl took a shine to us foreigners. Try this. And this. This one too. That was a long afternoon and I believe the evening was made out of marshmallow.