This is another one of those beer names that made me laugh, so I just had to try it. Moylan’s is a brewery and restaurant located in Novato, California. Shows what I know; I’ve seen several of their other beers in the cooler and passed on them ’cause I thought they were imported. *facepalm*

This is another heavyweight beer, weighing in at 8% ABV. At 500ml it’s also something that I have to plan for. A quaffing beer this is not.

Moylan’s Kilt Lifter

Robust and Strapping, Our Scotch Ale takes BIG Beers to a whole new level. Rich malt balances perfectly with delicate hops to provide a concentrated and intense flavor; an ideal companion for hearty foods, or as a meal unto itsself. Allow this ale to warm slightly in your glass to enhance its truly bold character. Sharing is encouraged, as this is one beer that lives up to its name! Hey! No peeking! Slainté!
Alcohol 8.0% by Volume.

This, of course, reminds me of “The Drunk Scotsman”. (I’m sure that’s the inspiration for the name as well.)

Irish Rovers – The Drunk Scotsman (YouTube)

Pours a deep orangish-copper color with a good-sized light tan head. Hops have a grassy aroma, and I can detect the alcohol. I also detect something that I can’t describe any better than “bourbon-like”. Medium body and doesn’t seem as carbonated as the head originally seemed to indicate. Heat from the alcohol isn’t there initially but after a few sips it’s definitely there.

Sadly, I don’t own a kilt. Nor are there two lovelies nearby to share with. Definitely a beer to have when you’re settled in for the evening.

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair,
And one could tell by how he walked he’d drunk more than his share.
He fumbled ’round until he could no longer keep his feet,
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by,
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye,
See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built,
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt?
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt?

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be,
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see.
And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt,
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

They marveled for a moment then one said, we must be gone,
Let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along.
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow,
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show.
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show.

Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled towards a tree,
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees.
And in a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes,
O lad I don’t know where ya been but I see you won first prize.
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
O lad I don’t know where ya been but I see you won first prize.