There are rules, of course—meal sequences, responsible pacing, that little voice whispering maybe not five dessert beers in a row. To that we say: nonsense, darling. On this cloudy Tacoma Sunday, Peaks & Pints invites you to flip the script and plunge spoon-first into your sweet tooth’s subconscious. Welcome to Dessert First, our five-beer flight of marshmallow daydreams, berry-laced stardust, peanut butter smoke rings, coffee crème wizardry, and one bourbon-soaked mic drop disguised as a stout. This isn’t just beer—it’s a pastry opera in five movements. Lick the spoon. Skip the salad. Bring a friend who says, “I don’t usually like sweet beers” and watch them ascend.
Peaks & Pints Sunday Beer Flight: Dessert First
Drekker Fluff Stuff Lemon Lime
6% ABV
Drekker Brewing’s Fluff Stuff Lemon Lime is the zesty citrus daydream your childhood Capri Sun never saw coming. This is no meek mimosa of a beer—it’s a tart, marshmallow-laced acid trip through a Lemonhead candy factory, where nostalgia melts into a neon puddle of pure fluff ecstasy. Lemon and lime do the tango across your palate while a soft whisper of marshmallow sweetness flirts from behind the curtain like a sugar-coated stagehand. It’s bright. It’s weird. It’s dessert with a wink and a sharp elbow. And frankly, it’s the reason we put “First” after “Dessert.”
Evil Twin To The Milky Way And Back II
7.5% ABV
Ah yes, To The Milky Way And Back II, where Evil Twin tosses the rulebook into a raspberry nebula and replaces it with a star map made of whipped cream and late-summer lust. This milkshake IPA doesn’t tiptoe—no, it swan dives into a berry-stained sugar dimension where strawberry daiquiris mingle with tart blackberries in a velvet hot tub of vanilla and low-Earth orbit haze. The hops are barely visible behind the smoothie curtain, like a DJ playing ambient space funk in a room full of melted sherbet. It’s juicy. It’s absurd. It’s dessert for those who eat with both hands and believe gravity is optional.
Mortalis Brewing Crispy Sticks
10% ABV
Mortalis Brewing’s Crispy Sticks is what happens when your childhood peanut butter snack bar grows up, gets a passport, starts meditating, and returns as a 10 percent imperial stout in a silk smoking jacket. This is no novelty pour—it’s a memory remixed, toasted coconut and creamy peanut butter slow dancing in a dark chocolate lounge while the booze hums low like a Barry White bassline. One sip and you’re standing in a gas station candy aisle at midnight, only the lights are low, there’s jazz on the speakers, and someone’s whispering secrets about texture. It’s indulgent. It’s sly. It’s dessert disguised as adulting—and it deserves a little reverence before you meet Coco and the Hammer.
Equilibrium Coco Cream Coffee Frappe
12% ABV
Equilibrium Brewery’s Coco Cream Coffee Frappe is what happens when your Sunday morning latte gets lost in a dark alley and comes back wearing cocoa dust and whiskey cologne. It’s an imperial stout with the swagger of a jazz pianist and the depth of a night that never ends—frothed with Irish cream, dosed with Mostra coffee so rich it practically reads poetry aloud, and stitched together with caramel and cocoa like a dessert designed by alchemists. This isn’t your average mocha stout. This is a coffee shop forehead slap where every pour is the golden hour and every sip tastes like the first time someone told you you’re doing just fine. A quiet storm before the Hammer lands.
Bombastic Velvet Hammer
16% ABV
Oh, Velvet Hammer—you magnificent, bourbon-laced leviathan. This is not a beer so much as a velvet-roped invitation to an underground dessert salon where tuxedoed spirits swirl in cut-crystal tumblers and the vanilla lingers like a secret whispered through smoke. Brewed by Idaho’s Bombastic Brewing and aged patiently in bourbon barrels until its soul turned syrupy and strange, this monument to the dark arts pours like motor oil filtered through a box of Swiss chocolates. You don’t drink it—you slow dance with it, eyes closed, lips burning, knees untrustworthy. It opens with roasted bitterness, unfurls into cocoa-dusted warmth, then slams the finish with boozy vanilla and a bourbon-laced elbow to the solar plexus. A final course for those who don’t believe in finality.
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