This is a lovely IPA that screams Citra.
In fact it screams it so loudly that it could call itself, “Wrapped Up In…?” and everyone would guess.
And that’s not a bad thing, not at all, it’s just a thing.
This is a cloudy IPA with a big floral lemony bouquet and a frothy little head.
It has a shortcake and pancake, honey, caramel and sponge cake (yes, a lot of cake. In fact all the cake) malt body.
Round and chewy, sweet and thick, it’s a very satisfying base over which the Citra does what Citra does best, slapping you about the mush with lemon zest and lime leaves, fizzy sherbet fountains, limeade, herbal leaves and nettle stings.
The yeast brings the beer back from the brink of overkill, its peachy rich earthiness calming the beer down so that the finish, while still big and bitter has a lovely soft sweet edge.
Up until this beer I’ve not been overly impressed by what I’ve tried from Boxcar.
It’s all been well made but a bit, well, standard.
But this little Pale Ale with its enormous floral fruity aroma that drags you down into a drink that’s full of fun, has got me smiling like a mad thing.
The malting is super soft, super smooth, with creamy honeycomb and biscuits, brown sugar syrup and waffles creating a sweet solid base, and alongside this a little prickle of earthy yeast adds a saltiness that’s very pleasing.
The star though is the hopping, masses of orange marmalade and tangerine zest, a touch of fresh rolling tobacco and a bag full of sherbet lemons make for a bright zingy finish that forces you back for another swig, if only to see if there’s yet another layer to find.
There are a couple of Peanut Butter Stouts that have blown me away, and one or two I’ve thought were a bit, “Meh.” You can add Halloween in January to the blow me away category, as this is a deliciously boozy can of joy.
The aroma is warm roast nuts and the beer lounges in my glass just asking to be consumed.
It’s a sexy beer right from the off, and as I take a swig I find a packet full of Digestive Biscuits (one of my very favourite late night snacks), vanilla ice cream, pancakes, malt loaf and Daim bars all working together to create a big sticky heart around which everything else revolves.
There’s the slap of something dew-damp and herbal from the hops, a little brightness, a little nettle sting sharpness at the edges, but mainly there’s a great big buttery roast peanut woodiness that makes me smile from ear to ear.
It’s a big enough flavour in itself but here it also amplifies the coffee and dark chocolate, the praline and rum and raisin that’s hiding away in this endlessly enjoyable can of goodness.
Is there any style that BrewChap can’t get right?
Take this for example. A home brewed and lagered Pilsner dry hopped with Citra. It’s every bit as good as that sounds.
The body is a soft creamy caramel, ice cream cornet and honey malt dream, over which a delicate herbal stinging nettle greenness wafts.
And then the Citra comes in, but instead of a great big brassy citrus attack, the long slow lagering has rounded off the edges, creating a sticky lemon curd throughout the aroma and in finish that leaves the beer feeling round and chewy.
“That’s bloody good.”
Those were the words I said after my first sip of this beer, brewed by Deep Creek of New Zealand.
Mist Miyagi is a cloudy IPA brimming with mango and passion fruit, lots of resinous pine needles, redwood and tobacco leaves.
It’s full of apricots and peaches, guava and melon, all wrapped in a lemon zingy lemon zest jacket.
The malting is creamy and smooth, with brioche and ice cream cones, honey and toffee fudge, and the finish is long and crisp and deliciously bitter.
Yup, bloody good.