If you’re going to call yourself Staggeringly Good you have to be ready for the slings and arrows that may well follow if your beer isn’t completely up to scratch.
And this Oyster Stout isn’t completely up to scratch.
You see, it’s a little bit thin and a little bit slimy, a little bit oily and a little bit soapy.
The aroma is weak black coffee and ozone and the beer sits a purple brown in my glass.
Taking a swig there’s a chocolate and coffee, toffee and brioche malt body and just the faintest ripple of crunchy bracken and nettles from the hops, but the beer is far too flat and far too thin, so that the oysters, instead of adding a rich depth of flavour and mouthfeel only make the beer feel unpleasant.
Yes, my advice is be very careful what you call yourself.