Blimey, this bottle is a bit feisty, pouring a deep amber with an ever expanding froth monster for a head, it smells of orange marmalade and bread dough.
It’s a smell that invites you in.
But you have to get past the thick fog of head first, and that’s no mean feat.
When I did finally break on through to the other side I found a gorgeously soft and earthy rye beer, rich with toffee and pancakes, maple syrup and bran flakes.
The hops are bright and fresh, sharp and keen, with splashes of mandarin and lemon juice, peach flesh, redwood resin and green herbs that sparkle with the addition of the blood orange zest that prickles in the boozy bitter finish.