Hangovers! Why? Why would anyone invent such a fiendish thing?!?
Yes, I admit it. I was out last night. On the lash, the ran-dan, on the mawkit and a million and one other ways of describing it. As a result I am feeling very delicate. But as someone wise once said...
The beer must go on!
So I have roped in the good lady to help me with the tasting because my mouth tastes of ash and crushed hope.
I hope she is up for the challenge.
Firstly we have
A smoked witbier? Well, I don't mind if I do. Let me at this little sparky beast!
What. The. Fuck.
I gave it the gentlest of pours. I even used my patented lady-cheek stroking hand and this is what I get? Boo hiss. Try again.
That is as good as I can get. I am distinctly unamused. What does video man say?
There you have it. There is no smokiness and it tastes like washing up liquid. Or as my American cousins are fond of saying, dish soap.
I will give it 4/10 booms simply because it might not be as bad as my kebab mouth says it is.
Hmm. Oh sweet Tempest Brewery, can you save me once more?
I do like the name, The Wolf Of Selkirk indeed. The can is a barrel of riotous colour too. Can it set the juice loose aboot my Hoose though?
It's a stunner on the pour. Look at that mango-esque gold colour. Like the left breast of a luscious leopard.
To the tasting!
Ah, that is lovely. Passion fruit and hops all wrapped up in a delicious IPA coating. This is a balm on a troubled man's soul. A solid 8/10 booms.
Look how pained I am in the video! Poor hungover man, I sense his bed is calling him!
Cheers everyone.
Have a happy weekend!