Imagine finding a house in the forest. You go in. It looks like it hasn't been inhabited for years. You go into the dusty attic. You find a small wooden box. You lick that box. This beer tastes nothing like that. That would be horrible. Why would you lick an old wooden box? Nutter.
This is a lovely beer. A strong little chap, 6.6%. Honey and caramel and vanilla. Possibly a bit of oakiness, but I'm never sure if I imagine that bit. I can imagine sitting by a log fire with my feet up, supping this as a clock ticks in the corner of the room. Lovely. The clock might get annoying after a bit though.
To sum up, lovely beer, shame about that noisy bloody clock.
This is a lovely beer. A strong little chap, 6.6%. Honey and caramel and vanilla. Possibly a bit of oakiness, but I'm never sure if I imagine that bit. I can imagine sitting by a log fire with my feet up, supping this as a clock ticks in the corner of the room. Lovely. The clock might get annoying after a bit though.
To sum up, lovely beer, shame about that noisy bloody clock.