F**k me this is an intense bottle of beer.
An Imperial Red Ale, this is like being hit in the head by a bag full of bruised russet apples.
The orchard flavours are really that big.
There’s a hint of caramel and a touch of treacle, but really the malts are just a gimp mask fashioned from candy floss and vodka.
The hops are dry and leafy and lovely, but this beer is all about being a big bullish beast of fruit.
And boy oh boy it’s good.
Ridgeway, I’m coming for you and your others beer.