On Three Floyds Robert the Bruce

I don't believe any brewery has created such a devoted homebrew fanboy following as Three Floyds has. It seems every brew they concoct, no matter how wacky (Spazzerak! excepted) becomes an instant classic everyone must drink.  

Yes, I have made the pilgrimage to Dark Lord Day, and I enjoy my Gumballhead, but maybe, just maybe, Three Floyds isn't the Alpha King of craft beer. No need to turn Three Floyds into a Shangri-La of beer. Because if you do that, you stop thinking. And when you stop thinking, you turn into another yes-man. Another fanboy. Another boob willing to accept anything with three F's on the label as liquid gold. They deserve more respect than that. Be critical. Be honest. Be sincere. 

Take Three Floyds for what they are: another good craft brewery doing what craft breweries do: make good beer. And good beer is what they make, as evidenced by my latest tasting: Robert the Bruce. 

The experience starts with bitter malt and a bit of peaty aroma. As a Boilermaker, it saddens me to say that this is the perfect color combination of cream and crimson I have ever seen (such a shame from a Northern Indiana brewery). The head requires a violent pour to generate and it doesn’t last long before retreating to the sidelines. 

Clean malt character on the tongue is punctuated by cherry candy, caramel, and a touch of toffee. Sweet throughout and only slightly balanced by a low lying bitterness either from the roasted malts or hops. A bit cloying at the end, but perhaps that is to be expected from the bigger Scottish ales. The medium bodied and lightly carbonated beer goes down smooth but leaves behind a slightly sticky coating. Quite a nice beer. 

Well made and delicious - as I always expect from Three Floyds - but more complexity would be appreciated.