Lemon and yeasty bread on the nose. Certainly hazy with a loose, frothy head. A juicy macédoine of tropical citrus, a little passionfruit, with hints of mango, nectarine and peach. A touch of pine needles, and bitterness. An ale fit for Red Molly!
Beautiful chestnut brown, like Classy Fufu’s eyes. A tight, smooth creamy head. Gently sweetness balanced by just sufficient hops. Nutty hints sneaking up on the palate. As pleasant as watching Classy Fufu’s little sister playing with a puppy.Earned the Caskville (Level 5) badge!
The grapefruit is subtle, I’ve tasted more grapefruit in a citra IPA. But this is good. A solid malty foundation with moderate citrus notes, a candied grapefruit afdronk and balanced bitterness.Earned the Draft City (Level 71) badge!
They changed our local Palais into a bowling alley and Fings ain't what they used to be There's Teds in drainpipe trousers and Debs in coffee houses and Fings ain't what they used to be
Purchased at New World
Woah! Strongly vinous nose. Up front liquorice notes that go on and on. Silky like Classy Fufu’s bedsheets. A creamy maelstrom of sticky dried fruits, vanilla, chocolate and hints of wood. Tastes like war? More like a Bessarabian brothel!
Purchased at Garage Project
As pink as haematuria! As salty as tears in the rain. As sour as that spinster school teacher I had when I was seven. One minute I’m blowing raspeberries, the next it’s ripe tomatoes. what a train wreck of flavours!
Purchased at Garage ProjectEarned the For the Can (Level 34) badge!
The scent of damp woollen socks in a pine forest. Sharp citrus peel. As my mother described Classy Fufu, “A little tart.” Smooth and silky, like a young woman’s thigh. Sweet, like Classy Fufu’s little sister. And, yes, there is vanilla in there. It works.Earned the I Believe in IPA! (Level 88) badge!
Damp wool, crushed grass, floral, candied citrus peel on the nose. Assails the palate with intense grapefruit peel and bitter resin. At first I sensed cleaning product, but this passed. The bitterness lingers like grief.
There's a tear in my beer Cause I'm cryin for you, dear You are on my lonely mind Into these last nine beers I have shed a million tears You are on my lonely mind
Purchased at New World