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.
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