It’s malty, with slices of bread on its tail, but that was just the end of the voyage; with moments and levers in perfect harmony, what came before was pure IPA glory, with perfect balance in every aspect of flavour and figure.
A spicy concoction of bitterness precedes, led by an onslaught of tropical fruit with its oozing crevice hunting aroma.
However, immediately prior to this display of wealth, it was just sat there, slowly showing off its gradually appreciating globe.
The pour was insignificant, in that its qualities were as yet unknown. It’s removal from the fridge was as untroubled as it’s first voyage in my possession; from the bottle shop where I caught my first glance, shortly before its last voyage began.
How was your last voyage?