Oh blimey, I’d happily be taken to oblivion by this little chap.
It’s a Rye IPA that’s big and bold and feisty, its smell all toffee and rye bread, while it sits a deep cherry red in my glass.
The malting is hefty, thick and gloopy and really rather dirty in a very sexy way.
The treacle and honey are sticky and the meaty pumpernickel of the rye is earthy and warm.
But as you sink into this luscious malty pillow, the hops jump up from underneath, blades of sharpened lemon corners, oozing orange marmalade and slapping at your face with steely green herbal leaves.
All of this is bolstered by a good alcohol warmth as you head toward the tongue twisting sherbet fizz of the bitter dry finish.
Kill me now.
Source: The Beer Hawk