What is up with this label? A candidate for Pump Clip Parade, or an attempt at being classily arty (in the way that nightclub signage sometimes tries to look classily arty)? Maybe there's some kind of Danish gag that I don't get. I dunno. I suppose all that matters is that the headless, armless nude bird did mean that one more bottle of Mors Stout got sold, to me. The brewery is Refsvindinge, on the island of Funen, just between Zealand and the Danish mainland.
Mors is as full in texture and flavour as one might expect a 5.7% ABV stout to be. The body is totally opaque while the head is thick and creamy, lasting all the way to the end. That said, you also get a good cleansing fizz, as befits a decent bottled stout.
The nose would have you expect to find dryness in the ascendant: roasted barley, perhaps. But on tasting the initial carbonic dry flavours are quickly followed by a rich and thick chocolate flavour, with half the sweetness of creamy milk chocolate, and half the biting bitter cocoa of top-quality dark.
A very satisfying beer and far more sophisticated in the drinking than its toilet-wall labelling might suggest.