The first thing you notice when you pick up a bottle of Rogue Voodoo Doughnut Ale is the girly pink bottle. It is very pink. So pink, in fact, that you might be embarrassed to carry it around the store. Luckily, I just happen to be very comfortable with my sexuality, so I had no problem carrying it around. The fact that I had my wife rubbing on my chest the whole time probably helped a little bit too. (Play on playa.) I was singing, “It was a clear black night, a clear white moon/Bub P was on the streets, trying to consume.” She got over all of this once we got home and popped open a bottle of the Voodoo.
I slowly poured the beer, and as the foam relaxed, I lowered my nose into the glass to steal this beer’s essence. (I think the pink bottle got to me a little too much.) The ale smelled of a breakfast that is wafting its scent about your apartment and makes its way out of the cracks to rub itself into your fucking nosy neighbors’ faces that you’re eating maple-flavored bacon with decadent pancakes smothered in pure maple syrup (grade B amber — we’re not rich, fuckers). Seriously though, this beer smells almost as good as it tastes.
It giggles about the back of your tastebuds
The beer tastes like a beer. Which is very good. I was a little worried that the maple and bacon would shine through a little too much, which I’ve experienced with other maple-flavored beers. You can definitely taste the maple more than anything else, but it’s not real sweet, and there’s still some bitterness to the beer itself. On the other hand, the bacon/smokiness shows up in the aftertaste. It giggles about the back of your tastebuds, while the maple rapes your frontals. Like I said, the pink bottle got to me.
TASTE: 32oz of Horror
AROMA: 36oz of Horror
APPEARANCE: 35oz of Horror
PALATE: 22oz of Horror
OVERALL: 31oz of Horror
*Ratings out of 40oz of Horror