Robe Town Brewery, Where have all the flowers gone, Brett Ale

There was a lot of pomp and tradition to watch on the television this evening, I don’t normally watch that sort of thing, but I made an exception. I sat down with a selection of cheese and biscuits and felt that a nice beer would help the experience.

I began to think I had made a mistake in my selection when the strange smell of sickly flowers filled the air. It rose above the muddy dark orange liquid and did little to entice me to drink. I summoned up some courage and took a swig. It was, and I cannot emphasise this enough, truly hideous. The soapy liquid flavoured with passion fruit and grapefruit had no redeeming features whatsoever.

It is very rare that I pour a beer down the sink, this was one of those occasions.