This is a stupid beer.
Bug eyed staggering brain to sludge beer.
It’s tongue laceratingly hoppy, fiery hot with alcohol and sticky with a Super Glue-like molten toffee.
Molotov Cocktail is an Imperial IPA that hates you.
It wants to make you cry.
It wants to destroy you.
Wreck your tongue, wreck your life.
It’s also incredibly sexy and it knows it.
It’s a swaggering orange in your glass and smells sweaty with hops as it grabs your nasal hair and pokes at your brain.
Daim Bar peanut brittle is sharpened and waved at your throat, daring you to drink as the hops tear at you.
Molotov Cocktail wants you dead.
But it wants you to die with a smile on your face.
The crooked smile of a Hop Head destroyed by his one true love.
I’ll see you on the other side.
If I don’t make it, it’s been a blast.

Source: Cotteridge Wines