I almost really like this.
And then I begun to not really like it at all.
You see, this wheat beer, brewed with roses and ginger, starts off very well.
It’s a good golden colour and its aroma reminds me of my childhood, sitting in my grandfather’s rose garden eating honey sandwiches.
This first swig is good too, a soft caramel and biscuit malt with a little yeasty kick backing it up.
The problem is that though the ginger gives a nice fresh snap, the roses that begin as a gentle perfume build with each mouthful, eventually taking over and leaving you drowning in a sickly rose water lake.
Nearly, but not quite.