Named after the “slightly fictitious” New Zealand town of Waikikamukau, Arbor have brewed something really rather special.
It’s a Pale Ale.
Just a Pale Ale.
But actually, it’s not just a Pale Ale.
It’s a Pale Ale that I’m currently struggling to find fault with.
It pours with a lovely frothy head and smells of honey and peaches, tropical fruit sweets and unicorn sweat.
The malts are slightly sweet, slightly salty brioche and toffee and fairies’ tears, and the hops – from New Zealand, you understand – are big and sharp fistfuls of kiwi, passion friuit, gooseberries, grape skins and angels’ drool.
It’s not just a Pale Ale.
It’s not even just a New Zealand Pale Ale.
Right now, it’s the Pale Ale of my dreams.
Source: Best Of British Beer