Sorry I'm Latte

Cheap can. Pour is big and black with a overwhelmingly big foamy tan head. Smells like cloying sweet heavy coffee. First swig is sweet coffee as well, nearly cloying but at least I can stomach it. I just can't get used to these pastry bomb beers, but I'll tick 'em, if they're cheap enough. This one is causing a warming sensation down the gullet, reminds me a little of that black coffee and whisky that grampa used to drink. He'd let me sip it infrequently. Only thing is, his wasn't sweet like this bastard. Middle is difficult, quite one sided with all this sugar in there. Vanilla adds a tone of sweetness as well. Hardly any carbonation in this baby. Terribly vile foul and abominable. JMHO. Finish is rude, churlish, spiteful, malicious, mean-spirited and somewhat ill-tempered. Are these pastry bombs really a beer? Not sure, Whew.