In a nutshell, this is a damned fine take on a Munich Helles.
But that’s not enough so I’ll tell you that it pours a bright gold with a fuzzy little head and an aroma packed with meadow flowers and honey, a soft summery, picnic in a field under the shade of an oak tree smell.
The malting is soft and light, creamy and smooth, caramel, vanilla ice cream in cornets, buttery pancakes and lashings of honey, and the hops are a crisp green walk home through narrow lanes edged with high hedges, hawthorn and hazel, dandelions and nettles while you drink a lemonade.
Like I said, damned fine.

Source: Pop’n’Hops