This brewery has appeared once before in the Nib, and in that review, I mentioned this beer. It's the sort of beer that makes you want to try it, to see if the quality is enough to make up for the grotesque graphics. But, you know, I could never buy a can, let along a 4-pack. Just couldn't bring myself to take it up to the counter. So, thanks, Sample Man, for the sample, and now I'll drink the beer whose label makes us think of shit stains.
Brown, with ruby highlights, slim dark head.
In the nose: chocolate and caramel malt notes, rich and robust.
In the mouth: Tasty and malty. Medium bodied, if a bit light than I was expecting. Smooth. Drinkable. On the sweet side, but balanced by moderate hop bitterness. It's alright, but nothing more than an average brown ale, and certainly nothing special at all.
I don't recommend this one, unless potty humor floats your boat.
Caution: so good it WILL make you shit yourself!!!!
The brown ale to end all brown ales. Enjoy it, because there is no longer any reason to drink another. You’ve reached the pinnacle. A healthy blend of traditional British malts give this popular style a semi-sweet, biscuity, slightly roasted flavor. Oats thicken the mouthfeel, and a handful of specialty malts add complex chocolate, toffee, and caramel notes. The hops are mostly traditional, earthy British hops, but we cocked it up a bit with some Cascade late in the boil just to show those snooty Brits that we don’t approve of that Constitutional Monarchy crap.
I guess I have to make another rebuttal. It is not that good that you would "shit yourself." The label copy ends with: "Drink this beer or shit yourself trying. PHFFRRTT! UH OH."
Childish. Immature. Idiotic. I'll pass.
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