The beer pours a deep and dark honey golden in color, dark enough to turn to amber. There is about an inch of pure, white, foamy head. The aroma is flowers; old, cracked and dusty leather; old wool blanket; with a fruity tartness at the end. The taste follows the aromas, but is even more powerful, a veritable farmer’s market of geraniums and marigolds followed by a huge, dusty, old wooden trunk that hasn’t been opened for years and is full of leather and wool clothing, blankets and pillows. There is both honey sweet and fruit tart in there too. The beer drinks smooth and full, but with the fine tingling carbonation of bottle-conditioning as well. Not for the faint of heart in any respect.