Golly, that’s good.
Sly Fox’s IPA pours a gorgeous deep chestnut red with a big fat cloudy of a head and smells of wooden garden furniture and fruit juice.
The malt is, in a word, massive.
A big lump of a thing, all thick sweet toffee, candy sugar, peanut butter brittle and biscuits.
And as for the hops, well they’re pretty massive too.
Popping this can was a bit like opening the Tardis, as what came out seems far to big to have fitted inside.
Huge blasts of resinous pine sap, lime leaves, lemon juice, battery acid, jelly sweets and peach flesh.
And, as you can probably imagine, this all makes for a finish that grabs you by the tongue and beats you with thorns and stinging nettles, leaving your mouth a very happy bloody mess.
This is one supercharged IPA.
Source: Cotteridge Wines