Rogue really know how to make beer.
And this is a huge, musclebound, arm wrestler of a beer.
6.2% of badness in a 650ml bottle means that I can pour a full pint, take a mouthful from the bottle and still leave the sediment alone.
Brilliant.
So, what is this beer all about?
It’s about mixing some wild and wigged out American ingredients together and creating a tongue singeing bastard of a beer.
On opening the bottle, the fizz makes you sneeze.
It does it on purpose so it can laugh at you.
Made with Rogue’s own Dare and Risk malts, along with Hopyard Revolution hops and PacMan yeast (I just love that name), this is one hell of a big beer.
The colour is a delicious hot sunburned orange, mandarins and tall trees and the skins of the men who fought the wild west.
The malts are dry, brittle digestive biscuits doused in rum, and the smell of the beer is rich and raw.
Yes that’s the word, RAW.
Pine needle redwood resin, thick and oily, pokes you in the eye then shakes your hand after spitting in your palm.
The hops are just malicious.
They want to hurt you.
They want nothing more than to peel away your epidermis and rub their blade sharp citrus burned fruit salad sweetie sexiness into your flesh.
And you know what?
You let them because it feels good.