This is an “English Pale Ale” and boy can you tell.
After endless beers using American and or New World hops, the Englishness of this beer hits you right between the eyes.
Pouring a deep amber, the smell is bruised orchard fruit, and as you dive in you find a cup of tea waiting for you, along with some buttery toasted brown bread, aniseed, conkers, toffee apples and nettles.
There’s a woody pipe tobacco richness that makes you feel the need to queue quietly for your next sip before taking another swig with a stiffly starched collar and a firm handshake.
I have a friend who these days goes by the name of Mr. B. The Gentleman Rhymer, and Monocle is his beery equivalent.
Cheers old bean.