That’s all I need to say really.
I’ll just leave you to find out for yourself.
I say just that single word and leave it hanging in the air, pregnant with promise.
A word that tells you the beer must be good but doesn’t give away the fact that India Rubber Ball has a lovely soft ripe orange smell, or that its malts are squidgy caramel wafers and honey on crusty rolls.
It doesn’t tell you that the hops – Citra as it goes, but you wouldn’t know without finding out for yourself – snap and pop with herbal fun and that the clementines drift around sexily washing across your palate with a zesty orange sweetness in the dry bitter finish.
No, I shall simply tell you that India Rubber Ball is delightful and let you discover the rest for yourself.