Saturday!!! And like a midget on a horse, I am bouncing and bobbing about like mad with excitement!
What could be so exciting though? Beer, or beer and Saturday? Or even an imminent birthday? Wahahhahahah. A gentleman never tells but if he did he would be saying it ain't long.
But back to the beer and away from my finely aged buttocks.
I'm still on the pale beers this week and I have a couple of astoundingly fruity IPA monsters ready to bring me the fight.
It's gonna be so fighty it might turn into a war!
And what would a fine living man wear to a war? A SOMBRERO of course!
Yes, the first beer is called War Sombrero. Ok, that song above is not War Sombrero but it is close enough...
Quite the fantastic name for a beer. What could possibly follow War Sombrero? Surely nothing? But wait, there is something, something dinosaurishly reptilian!!
Reptile Dysfunction!! Who comes up with these names?! Is there a site on the big wobbly web that randomises this shit up? Well, regardless of the name it is a fine-sounding thing, promising bags of juicy fruits and smooth milkshake glory with the added kick of... CHILLI!!!
I love chillis. I literally put them in almost everything that goes into my mouth. Which can often make sexy parties with the Good Lady a bit of a horror show for her...
But anyway, back to the beer!
Let's get started!!
Hot damn. As soon as I saw a beer with a name like War Sombrero I knew I had to have it. It promises all sorts of lovely tastiness, orange, tropical fruit and cream all wrapped up in a glorious IPA body.
Given that IPA's can sometimes be a bit heavy on the hop bitterness a bit of cream would be a fine way to take the edge off.
Let's get this party started.
What a hazy devil. In a golden shining way, like a light bulb full of bees! At least until they started burning. I can smell it too. Like mangos in a swamp.
Actually is quite a pale hazy yellow. Like lemon sherbet. Mmm.
I fucking hate lemony beer... Let's do it then.
Ooft, this stuff is bitter. It looks all the lovely with its pale yellow like the morning sun but then BAM, the bitterness catches you in the back of the throat and you think you are back in Vietnam drinking that fucking awful soup they gave you as if they were doing you a favour.
Far too bitter and rough around the edges for a sophisticated chap like myself. It's still drinkable almost, so a reasonable 5/10 booms.
Cor blimey, someone stick a straw up my charlie and blow me some chocolate bubbles!
Next!
The beast that comprises of real snake juice! This one might be exciting. Or it might be absolutely fucking awful.
As ever, I do this shit so that you don't have to.
The can is wild. The beer sounds wild but it wouldn't be the first time I have been promised the world and not even got a blowie.
Another crazy hazy looking monster. It's literally like someone has stuffed a lion in a blender and served it in a cup with the sun shining behind it.
Although, It looks like there are things swimming about in the murk. I'm slightly feart.
Oh well, here goes.
This stuff rawks! Big, juicy and bold. It packs loads of tropical loveliness especially the mango and the ABV strength is smoothed out in a vanilla-esque way by the lactose.
Whatever the hell lactose is.
I do like it. Very much. It's not spicy, only a hint of habanero but tastes so good I will let it off. 9/10 booms!
Amazeballs! I am having a stonking weekend and I hope you have one too!
Cheers!