Alright the Fashionably Late review took things to the danger zone, but this is fantastic. The shameless apologist in me is throbbing but I gotta give credit where it is due, the valley of quality between these two cans in staggering as this nears the precipice of Monkish/Trillium. The creamy bisquik body is there to buttress a fantastic guava and pineapple whip. It has some predictable mosaic and Citra notes which are all but obligatory at this point but swallows clean without resin or coniferous interplay. This is intensely tropical like cum colored life savers, slickness to the oily profile without being watery or one dimensional.
I still Rue the demise of Humulus Lager but holy shit if this isn’t some vindicating juice across all fronts. I am stoked to see where they take this program and if they switch to London Ale III for full on boddingtons egg drop soup tonez. This is a fantastic harbinger of mangos to come.