It’s very remiss of me I know.
After all this time this is the first bottle of Orval I’ve ever opened.
It’s a classic that everyone loves and I’ve only just tried, and everyone knows what it tastes like so why bother writing yet another review of it.
That’s what you’re all thinking isn’t it?
Then I won’t.
I won’t say that the beer is a beautiful deep and sexy copper orange with a fluffy yeasty head to go with its fruity yet slightly metallic smell.
And I definitely won’t be describing the way it tastes.
You’ll hear nothing from me about the way it fizzes playfully on your tongue and how the first mouthful is like the kiss you’ve wanted from the girl you always watched from afar and who you never thought even knew you existed.
I’ll say nothing about the fresh citrus smack, the lychee dryness, the soft background biscuity nut filled caramel and the super sexy no holds barred steely, dry bitter lemon pith finish that draws you instantly back for more.
I won’t bother saying anything at all.
NB: Mummies not included.