I’ve just sat for a good few minutes, pen in hand, trying to come up with a novel way of writing this review.
I couldn’t think of anything as my brain was completely full of, “Oh, this beer’s ace!”
So as a result you’re going to get a bog standard, boring as hell but hopefully accurate review of this lovely India Pale Ale.
Wild Boar is the colour of orange marmalade, keeps hold of the side of your glass with a ring of white foam and smells delicious.
It’s all tropical fruit and rum.
Very nice.
Crisp, slightly seared caramels form the backbone, all round and full and slightly bitter at the edges like burned sugar.
None of your biscuit maltiness here though.
Oh no.
This is all rum and brandy heat, mouthwatering and sensuous.
And when the hops come in it’s with a megaphone and stamping feet.
Intense orange rind, clementine sharp, pricks at your tastebuds and then it’s over to the other citrus fruits to knock you about.
But there’s a very pleasing softness in here too.
A gentle soft fruit fleshiness, peach, apricot and mango, that mops your brow and makes everything OK.
It’s at this point that Wild Boar decides to unleash its dryness and in doing so leaves your entire face a wrinkled arid desert, puckered and pinched and in need of another drink.
So, apologies for yet another bog standard review.
I blame Buxton Brewery.