When drinking this beer, I can’t help but wonder if this brewery is so-called because it’s two men running it? Or for some other darker reason that lies hidden?
If it is the darker reason, then I advise the gentleman in question to get a good agent and hit the travelling show circuit…there’s money-a-plenty to be made from a gift like that.
What a lovely beer this is. Out of the bottle and into a glass, it’s sporting nice tan head atop it’s vintage mahogany body.
Nose-wise, we’re all chestnutty, woodiness, leather and a really sustaining maltiness. As I sipped, I thought I could hear the creak of an antique chesterfield as I settled back in front of a crackling fire.
The body is solid; rich, dark and tasty with a pleasing non-astringent bitterness. The finish is dry with a lovely bitter and sour tang that’s hugely moreish.
This isn’t a massively complex beer, but it doesn’t need to be – it’s a bitter, and a belter of a bitter at that.