I’ll go first.
I’m male and I liked it.
There, that wasn’t so hard was it?
So. Timothy Taylor’s Boltmaker. Friends told me that I probably wouldn’t like it and that it’s not as good as LandLord.
Well they’re wrong: I do and it is.
This is a marvellous – how can I say it? – industrial sort of beer. Not industrially produced, but a beer that seems like it was brewed for slaking the thirst of working people in industry; hot, dusty, work-that-needs-rewarding-with-beer, industry.
Magnificently malty on the nose with some hops and plenty of nutty aroma, ferrous and lightly rusty (if you know what I mean?) it reminds me a lot of the forge in metalwork at school, all cherry-red coke and sparking anvil.
The taste is bracingly bitter with an absolute ton of malt thundering in behind. It’s not fancy, it’s not subtle it’s, well, a “working man’s*” beer.
So that means you can’t sit about like a fat old jelly sinking gallons of the stuff…get off your great fat arse and do something, something manly and industrious. Sweep up the leaves, make a pair of wrought-iron tongs, whatever – just do something for Chrissakes…
You have to work in order to earn the right to a few pints of this beer…and believe me it’s worth working for.
(*If “Yorkie” can get away with faux, tongue-in-cheek, “Man’s” stuff then I’ll have a go, too.)