I had thought the fireplace season was over. But after delivering a burst of glorious warm weather this weekend, Mother Nature turned cool and wet. I turned to an imperial stout for solace.

I chose this week to take some days off, one of those use it or lose it deals. So I headed down to Chincoteague, Va., ready for some serious outdoor entertainment. Instead, thanks to bad weather, it has been time filled with interior contemplation.

One night, as it rained hard enough to scare Noah, I cracked open an Hr. Frederiksen, an imperial stout made in Kastrup, Denmark, by Amager Bryghus. I had bought the bottle in Baltimore.

Since it was 10.5 percent ABV, I poured it into a small glass. The dark chocolate color of the stout was topped with a beautiful brown head. The beer had the warm, bracing bitterness of roasted malt, and a unique wine-like finish.

The label told me the beer was named after a friend of the brewery. “Like the man, the beer is a gentleman, but rather boisterous, with a huge personality,” the label said. I agreed.

This was marvelous stuff. Sipping Hr. Frederiksen, I watched the flickering fireplace logs and thought that one way to make a mark in the world was to have a beer named after you. By the second glass I was contemplating the big questions of life, such as, what kind of beer would you like to be named in your honor?

Right now, I am leaning toward a Sunshine Pils.

Anybody else had this beer?