I really really wanted this to be brilliant.
After all, a Maple and Bourbon Stout sounds fabulous.
But there’s a great big watery space where the heart of the beer ought to be.
The malting is sticky with toffee and honey, digestive biscuits and brown bread crusts, and there’s a little slap of damp hedgerow undergrowth form the hops.
But the maple syrup and bourbon are a bit weak and weedy, wandering in and then all too quickly wandering off, they leave a great big gap right in the centre of the beer that leaves you with the sensation that you have been teased with something that hasn’t delivered.
And then, to compound matters, the finish feels thin and watery.
Nope, I don’t like it.