They say the Working Title crew are nutters, but they’re the only ones you can trust when you’re dealing with a beer like this. They’re not conspiracy theorists; it’s not a theory if you can prove it. There’s heaps of evidence. Message me and I’ll link you to a YouTube documentary about it.
This beer’s full of all kinds of ingredients the gummint doesn’t want you to know about. It’s packed with Amarillo, Mosaic, Idaho 7 and Talus – a combination that brings both long wave and short wave flavours. There’s oats, malted oats and flaked oats. There’s lactose. I also suspect it contains fluoride, 5G, and Soylent Green.
It smells like a cartoon fruit platter. Like how monkeys would lay out a buffet if they were in control, which is a very real possibility in the future, and sooner than you think.
It’s almost hard to believe how flavoursome this is. I got a huge wash of ripe pawpaw with a citrus sparkle,* as well as a multi-faceted fruitiness swishing around in a sweet and creamy swirl. There’s a slight bitterness to anchor everything, and the sweetness mellows out in the finish with a soft breadiness.
But you can't forget the fruit explosion. You have to tell people what you've just tasted. The world needs to know.
*That’s right - sparkle. Not a smell word, you say? I don’t care. I don’t follow your smell word rules. What are you gonna do about it? Send a black ops team to put a pillowcase over my head and drag me away into the night? I’m not scared. I’m speaking out.
Published June 14, 2023 2023-06-14 00:00:00