This is a beautifully packaged big bold and shouty IPA full of attitude and full of fun.
The smell is a booze addled sweet shop with drunken foam shrimp and strawberry laces, sozzled sherbet and pie-eyed fruity chews.
Taking a mouthful is like chewing a bag of sweets too.
The malts form the bag, woody and brown with toffee and peppercorns that snap with life like Eric Morecombe’s ball trick.
And the hops jump out like penny sweets from heaven complete with a fresh juice drink to wash them down.
So by turns you get pink grapefruit flesh, flying saucers, lemon pips and candy cigarettes, peaches and apples, Refreshers, tropical chews and kiwi fruit.
And what’s more all this is loud and boisterous and waves its arms around and demands to be the centre of attention with its knife sharp, tongue searingly bitter finish.
After the day I’ve had, this is exactly what I needed.