Next in line from my Cobbett’s haul, Harvey’s Tom Paine pours deep and dark and ruby red.
This beer is so full of stewed plums and pears it’s almost overwhelming.
Pouring a little bit flat, there’s just enough fizz.
But only just.
There’s a big digestive biscuit malt giving a full, rounded body and a decent dryness to the hopping.
I just can’t get over the amount of plums and damsons.
I mean, where’s that come from?
You could happily pour custard on it and eat it with a spoon.
If you like custard that is.
And stewed plums and pears.
Fortunately I do.