If you’re going to call yourself Epic you need to be pretty damn sure that what you produce is, well, epic.
At the least very bloody good indeed.
Fortunately this is.
Epic’s Imperium is one hell of a Stout.
It pours an inky black with a strong cappuccino head and it stinks of smoky chocolate, coffee and stewed plums.
The malting is fathoms deep, packed with rich round nutty coffee beans, burned wholemeal toast, treacle tart and raisins.
It goes on and on and builds as you drink, the smokiness getting warmer and the woody coffee blackness getting blacker and more bitter as you go.
The hopping is a crisp and crunchy back yard freshly creosoted shed and bramble delight that cuts across the gloopy beef stock goodness of this sexily voluptuous beer as you head towards the sticky plum jam, rum and redwood finish.
Source: Cotteridge Wines