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Brewed by Zagreb-based Motive Beer Co, the taste of Mechanics of Illusion takes you to the places that sleep deprivation can only dream about.


I can't recall having had a Modern West Coast IPA before. I don't think I have ever actually been to a West Coast either. But needless to say, this brew was inspiring.


With an intriguing after-taste, this 5.5% Croat sweetened an already glass-half-full evening. 


This beer has a wreckless attitude to it, with a combination of body and sessional taste which suite the IPA lover in me right down to the ground.


At times, there can be a wariness of life's uncertainty. It leads to questions like: is there life after the inevitable? Are we capable of more than what has already been achieved by human kind? 


But after a few sips of this glorious, fruity tipple, my thoughts were hopped and I started pondering a little more lofty. 


In a hypothetical universe in which Robots furrowed lives comparable to ours, like the 2005 animation comedy film Robots, would Robots brew beer? How would they know what taste was best-suited for their palates? Would they drink their own beer, and try their own supply? And, like an old phone, would their processing speed get slower after too many drinks?


Though fears exist over technological development overwhelming society into a downwards spiral of competitiveness for cash over common health and wellbeing, this brew brought me to think more positively; with the unknown being somewhat more knowable. 


Perhaps with this beer, there was some comfort in the certainty that it could and would end. 


In the end, in my mind, body and soul, this beer was recognised and accepted; and for a brewer that’s all you can ask for. Or, a gazillion dollars.


That's all for now. If you come across this stellar West Coast IPA, don't think twice. Have it.  


To say the least, a superb local cask ale for a wet weekday by the sea. 


Overlooking Kingsand-come-Cawsand bay, Dartmoor Brewery's Legend Cask Ale added a pleasant amber ooze to an otherwise damp day.


Thinking about this well-balanced malt brew brings a smile to my face. 


Pulled and purchased in the Devonport Inn pub, overlooking (what I now know to be) the Rame Peninsular, the last thing on my mind when I was drinking this brew was geography. 


It was beer and beer only. 


Looking into my brew as I usually do, the golden brown reflection invited me to thoughts or fresh bread, locally produce and cheesy pasties. All of which are available in some capacity in the local area.


Perched on the border of Devon and Cornwall, the villages of Cawsand and Kingsand offer passersby sand, shingle and solitude with a handful of pubs, shops and small beaches.


That's all for now. 


If you happen to find yourself in the Cawsand area, I recommend you to pop in to the Devonport Inn and sample the local produce. 

 

 


It's almost August? JULYING. The end of month hails as an important regular occurrence in the calendar. The beers you have been saving are left looking at you in the fridge. Like the deep waters of an after party. This post called for a chilled can of Camerons Black Coral, a smooth stout which cannot be quarrelled with.


This chocolate-scented stout offers a fairly complex taste. It peacocks a bold noir appearance, and drops-off an aftertaste of wispy hints of coffee. 


I imagine this stout would be nicely paired with a celebrity, like James May. Complex and sessional. A fine liquid narration to a pleasant evening. No disagreements, no dramas, just consistent sweet, bittery darkness making for a fine companion to any lucid evening activity.


If there was ever a beer made for a Sunday evening, this was it. I can imagine this tipple as a strong feature of a stout tasting board.


This is not the first brew I've tried from Camerons, whose high quality beers and wide reaching brand exposure has given the brewery the reputation it deserves.


That's all for now. Get yourself a chilled can or draught pint of Black Coral and let us know your thoughts on instagram.

 




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No. No. Think. Jim, think. 

I want to be absolutely clear. 


While visiting Bath, we took a little roadtrip. The windy roads of Somerset led us to The George Inn, in Norton St Philip.


This historic 14th-century Grade I listed Tudor inn offered everything a passer-by could want from a public house. Acknowledged as one of England's oldest taverns, with history recorded as far back as 1397, the village pub offers a fairly-priced selection of real ales which can be enjoyed in a well-kept garden which overlooks one of Somerset's lesser-known landscape backdrops (click here for the view).


Bottom line, this was one of the nicest tasting pint I’ve had in a long time. The crispness of Butcombe's Original 4% brew genuinely rivalled my Cheddar and Chive Tyrell’s.

 

The beer was flavoursome, particularly bitter, though still light. Had I not have been driving I would have undeniably ordered another. It is created by teaming Maris Otter malt with a secret blend of English hops. 


The pint, compounded by the vintage ornate feel of the pub-bistro's interior made me feel as though I had quantum-leaped back in time for a swift double-half.


Winner of the Best Managed Pub Company 2021 by The Publican Awards, Butcombe tick all the boxes. Established in 1978, it's safe to say each pint they produce is pulled to make a statement. I can only recommend giving their original brew a try. I'm just looking forward to the opportunity to try their Rare Breed Pale Ale. Alas, so many beers.. so little time.


If you find yourself in this neck of the woods (link to Google Maps), I recommend stopping in for a swig. You will not be disappointed.


That's all for now.



To be clear as day, 


When it was clear as day.


Nothing was more hazy.


Than Blurry Vision Hazy IPA.  


Brewed and slewed in Berlin, the style of the can looks as neon and nepotistic as the end of most hazy nights in the underbelly of the German city. 


This beer has character. Real character. It is bold and striking, like a well-timed custard pie to the face.


Brewed without simplicity, the look of the can is the most accurate take on what a beer tastes like that I have seen (to date). It is complex and inviting, like a maze whereby the hedges are made of nacho chips and every turn offers a new, speciality hummus dip.


This New England IPA provides a floral and sweet taste, not far from the glamour of fruit topped with honey.


As I have said previously, you just can't argue with it. If you buy this, you haven't bought a lemon. It has return on investment, and the pursed lingering taste will leave a unregulated memory in kind; as a gesture of good will.


That's all for now.


Give Blurry Vision Hazy IPA a search online and see what you think. But I must warn you. If you become enamoured by the design, don't be surprised if you subsequently book a one-way flight to Berlin and lose yourself.


Turning  once  again  to  the  question  of  elevation  I  would  observe  that  there  has  never  been  a period  in  all  these  long centuries  of  which  we  boast,  when  an  absolute  guarantee  against elevation  could  have  been  given  to  our  people.


To say that this evolution of Elevation Pale Ale is drinkable, is such an understatement I would be doing a discredit to the noting of understatements entirely. The flavours of pineapple and grapefruit showboat among the hops, with such fruitiness, you just can't argue with it.


Sometimes when you have a midweek beer, they allow for open doors. Sliding doors, which when open provide a freshness to an evening which can be quite hard to argue against keeping open. 


With this beer, I felt so happy with the taste that I could have quite happily stopped at one. If I did, or did not, I will leave to the imagination. I wish I had a garden. The beer in question, made with essences of grapefruit, would have been perfect to sip at the end of a sticky day, when the temperature had began to feel a chill, and the day was done.


Wicklowwolf Brewing Company have come to be a best-in-class brewer, growing in size and variety since their foundation in 2014. It is fraught to overlook this brewery for their dedication to their craft. It is foolish to look over their product, for that would be daft. It is a tipple brewed in an Irish county, where transport routes are limited to the Irish M11 or if need be by raft.


That's all for now.


Give Wicklowwolf a look and say we sent you.

 



During a weekend of souring temperatures and clinking glasses, we visited Bath for a few days of culture and cocktails. During our visit we ate at The Stable, a chain of restaurants which have gained real popularity in the West of the Britain. 


Before, during and after dinner, I enjoyed a fresh pint of Stable Pale Ale, a crisp beer which evokes reactions better than most acting in alcohol adverts. We paired this with a couple of pizzas. I recommend Mushroom Magic or Feta Late Than Never. 10/10 for the names.


A little about Stable


Stable came about after some fortuity, toil and teamwork. In the market town of Bridport, Dorset, some bright spark had the sentient idea to adopt an old beat-down stable which was hidden shyly just off the rural town's High Street. It had... something. Something plucky. Something spirited. Something that could be more. After some work and local fortitude, the venue became the perfect location to open a cider bar.


*CIDER ALERT. CIDER ALERT. SOUND THE ALARM. CALL THE IPA*


Wait! Wait! I know what you're thinking. Yes. Cider is not ale, and I am well aware of Alement's one and only mission statement - a new era in beer content. 


But we are inclusive people. The war between cider and beer advocates is long past us, and Government regulations on weekly unitary alcohol intake would not permit a revival of the 1865 'Olde Drink Off'; which as we all know ended in a sensible draw, after the fourth day, with a truce unanimously signed between factions of the cider and beer communities. Though the legibility of the signatories was, let's say, squiggly at best.


Anyway, Stable sounded the alarm for local cider makers, and before they knew it, a community of brewers both weird and wonderful were formed. The Stable was born. Over time, to steady the bellies and leave publicans somewhat level-headed, a pizza oven was introduced. A decade on, the cider x pizza endeavour has helped The Stable spread near and far; though keeping the core West Country roots at the heart of the business.

Back to the beer. I do tangent, don't I.


I would thoroughly recommend this Pale Ale. At 4% ABV it's sessional enough to take you through whatever social activity you may be confronted with. With hoppy boldness, this beer works well with Stable's range of doughy pizzas and seasoned sides. 

During the COVID pandemic, I found meals to be heavily social. The enjoyment of sitting down with some dinner and chatting can be undervalued, but regular moments of casual, organised, shared enjoyment are what can make life worth living. Beer does just that also. I would hope if you do enter a Stable for a piece of pie, you may also like to try a swig of the old wallop juice.


That's all for now.