Fort Lapin Quadrupel

Fort Lapin hits you with immediate richness—thick caramel, dark plum, a whisper of licorice that lingers. The alcohol is *there*, felt as warmth rather than burn, which actually suits the beer's darker intentions. It's the kind of pour that demands slow sipping and maybe food nearby. There's a drying phenolic edge underneath that keeps it from becoming cloying despite the evident sweetness.

Ommegang Abbey Ale

Ommegang feels more refined, almost delicate in comparison. You get those same Belgian esters—peppery, slightly fruity—but they're more articulate, less buried under booziness. The malt profile is sweeter upfront, but it finishes cleaner. It's approachable enough to drink faster, but complex enough that you won't want to.