The problem that I often have with low alcohol beers, especially when they try too hard to be hop monsters, is that if the balance isn’t exactly right they turn thin and oily and a little bit sickly.
And that’s what you get here.
The hops, and there are a lot of them – NZ Cascade, Rakau, Equinox, Amarillo, Mosaic and Pacifica – create an enormous initial hit of lime leaves and grapefruit, gooseberry, kiwi and lemon zest.
But the lack of booze makes the malts feel watery and insignificant, the caramel and biscuits whimpering as they beat a hasty retreat.
And this leaves you with hop juice that becomes really sickly and unpleasant without the back up of a good body.
Nope, I can’t even finish it.