Which, of course, meant that I had Spandau Ballet in my head after the evening rather than a hangover. Alas, such was the lateness of the hour and the tension in the youtube videos, I failed to take pictures on the night and had to take them in the morning. You may recall some of these ales from previous frolics and so they were to be.
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The first ale of the evening was Bumblebee, at 4.5% ABV and in a little US pint(ish) of 330ml.
Next on the cards was Worcester Sorcerer from T. A. Sadler's, whose reappearance I have consistently predicted, 4.3% ABV.
here) from Thornbridge but the delicate flavourings were really more about the Belgian ales that I have had in the past. On the whole this was an ale that made both my companion and I declare that we would be buying it again and look gloomily to the stash of ale in the kitchen as it was the only bottle that we had in. Nevertheless, we pressed on to the end and started on the next one.
The next one was Pendle Witches Brew from Moorhouse at 5.1% ABV.
before, and I had bought in a brace just for such an occasion. Alas, it is now sold out locally and that is a shame. Once again it poured neatly and with a minimum of a head on it. The fizz was less than the Worcester Sorcerer but the colour deeper, edging toward tawny or amber whilst remaining a golden hue. After the previous ales it was rapidly apparent that this had a nutty and fresh edge to the malt, lurking beneath the veneer of respectable hopping. Definite citrus notes this time, easy to discern something of a lime in there along with some softer notes of zest. It was a tangier follow-up to the previous offerings and that was thirst-quenching in what was a rather dry evening. You know that the dehydration is coming, but this ale does a good job of making you feel as though your thirst is quenched. After the surprise of the Sorcerer this was not surprising to me but my drinking companion did pick the bottle up a few times to check details and agreed that if it were to be available again he would probably pick some up. Success of a sort then. It was good addition. It also set the scene nicely for the endgame and the final ale.
To cap the night we turned to the decidedly non-golden bitter of Robin Hood from Springhead at 4% ABV.
This was always going to be the wild card and the fact that I had got some in already (along with Maid Marion) for tasting at a later date meant that it couldn't really be left out. My drinking companion had gone to some trouble to collect his offerings and intended to leave them at my house, and so as he hadn't had this one yet it would have been churlish not to try it. So it was that our golden spell was ended. Anyway, the chestnutty colour of this one was something of a shock after so much golden ale and the taste was also bitterer and less fresh. Even the hops seemed harder and darker at this point in proceedings, which fit the mood of the evening brilliantly. Earlier in the evening I had inadvertently left the central heating off and the cold of the snow and ice outside had filtered through, kept at bay but by a candle. Even though the heating had been on for a few hours, and was now off again, the cold had left an edge to things and a ring of frost on the outside of the widows. This was the warming ale that was needed to ensure we would sleep well that night. Not treacle-like or heavy like a stout, but spicy and warming after the fresh and thin tasting golden ales. This was a proper brew to be had with working men and in clogs after traversing the paths of the forest for many a mile. I can see why it was brewed there and why it has gained the name of Robin Hood. Thus it was a good and fitting end for the evening before turning in to bed.
Winner of the evening, for me, remains the Pendle Witches Brew due to the fact that it is just so easy to keep going and it works so well as a sessionable ale. Not too full of flavour to be impossible to try with others but not so samey that one is left with a hankering for change after a bottle. My drinking companion preferred the Worcester Sorcerer, which came as a second for me too, simply because it was unexpected and a little bit clever.