Another super cool looking bottle of beer from Beavertown.
They’re starting to resemble record covers and I like that idea a lot.
What’s more, the beer in the bottle is as good as its cover.
Pouring deep and dark and mysterious with a sexy foaming head, the smell is chewy tropical sweets, flowers and dandelion and burdock.
Taking a mouthful I started to feel like the dude on the label as the intense hit of hops and the rasp of malts were enough to strip me back to my bare bones.
You see the malts are evilly good.
They’re a huge fleshy, meaty chocolate digestive battering ram fuelled by toffee and spite.
In fact this could be the beer equivalent of Too Much Coffee Man, eyes bulging, paranoid about missing out on the action, but in this case armed with extra bitter, sublimely sharp sherbet coated lemon rind and passion fruit hops instead of mega strong brain melting coffee beans.
That said, there is definitely a mug full of espresso in here too, and it’s enough to make your heart race as the finish rips at your cheeks and leaves you bruised and battered and immensely happy.