The first time I had this beer I was seriously distracted by the smell of chicken – I had it outside the Hop Garden which is right by KFC – and this time I was seriously distracted by something else.
I swear to god, it tasted so much like mine and Dad’s homebrew Sierra Nevada Pale Ale clone. The hops and the malt were different, yet the beers shared this really distinctive, unique flavour which is hard to describe – sort of a hard candy-like sweetness. Was it a fault? Something to do with the plastic bottles? I don’t know. It wasn’t bad, just a little odd. Like seeing my better looking, better dressed doppelgänger in the street.
Anyway poor Dale, I don’t mean to offend him by comparing his beer to my first-ever homebrew, this is a lot better after all. I tried to put the comparison out of my mind in order to come up with something constructive, and with some effort I detected some notes of orange and passionfruit, warm wintery spices and golden syrupy malt. Mostly though, it just tasted like de ja vu.