Mildura Brewing Astor Ale.

In my home town, there is a landmark, The Astor Theater.

Many gigs, movies and shows I’ve seen there over the years, and it holds many a memory in its old timbers.
And this beer was brewed to commemorate its hallowed halls.

Mildura Brewing Astor Ale.

Dat Colour. Rich slightly hazy dark amber, like the skin tone of a hard working Mexican day laborer. Two fingers of head, with little to no aroma.
Nice biscuitey malts with just a squeeze of citrus poking through.

On a 30 degree Celsius day after just jogging 5 kilometers. Its kind of heaven.

Mad.

7.8/10

Until Next and remember, always drink from a glass.

Quiet Deeds Pale Ale.

Quiet Deeds Pale Ale.

This little number took me by surprise, a nice amber colouring and fluffy white topping, It had that floral spicy hoppy whiff that I really find appealing.

Basically it’s what I wanted the Nail Hoppy Summer Ale to be, it takes the Hoppy Ale to school, and torments it both psychically and emotionally, so much so That the Hoppy finds it self crying into its pillow every night knowing it has to go back to school to face this all over again. And because of this, its grades suffers and causes a strain on it’s relationship with its parents.

*Grips keyboard and breathes heavily*

A humble hoppy taste with a nice malty kick, it has a slight peppery tang that evens out the citrusey hops.

A super sessionable enjoyable light ale.

A great summer beer and a simple understated ale.

7.4/10

Until next time and remember, always drink from a glass.

Bootleg Brewery Prohibition Pilsner.

As the night progressed my notes resembled more of an amalgamation of curse words and ancient viking runes.

The notes for this beer were as followed.

‘Boot Pils

Smells like Megan Fox.*&&! (Good)
Taste like Boy George.##### (Bad)’

Bootleg Brewery Prohibition Pilsner.

This beer had a amazing nose, seriously, it smelled like raw spiced honey with a pinch of cinnamon, it had an amazing golden honey color, I actually kept smelling it like a petrol sniffer for a good ten minutes before I actually tasted it.

Kinda wish I hadn’t really.

Had a real strong medicine-ey chemically taste to it. Like that strawberry flavoured cough medicine that tastes less like strawberries and more like shattered dreams.

I’d actually for a brief moment considered my friend had slipped a rufie into it, possibly so he could drag me to some alternative ambient rock gig at The Bird against my will.

Not much else to say really.

Smells great.

Tastes like rohypnol flavoured lolly water.

2.2/10

Until next time and remember, always drink from a glass.

Nail Golden Hoppy Summer Ale.

I finished work early, and figured on a nice day like this I was going to enjoy a good midday beer before retiring for a nanna nap.

Nail Golden Hoppy Summer Ale.

I stood, shirtless. The Australian sun reflecting off my sickly green computer tan as I poured this very cloudy golden brew into a glass, I was expecting a nice big fluffy head.

I didn’t get that.

What I got was a oily covering that disappeared within five seconds.

Trying to shrug  away the disappointment of not dipping my nose in a lovely pillow of moist fluff, a lifted the beer up to my nose, expecting a nice floral aroma.

I didn’t get that.

What I got was like the tiniest whiff of spicy hops, I wanted to give it a participation award, it was really trying but it really wasn’t cutting it.

But that was fine. Because It had to be hoppy, I mean,  It was in the name.

So I expected a nice big fruity finish with lovely floral undertones and a spicy punch.

Nope.

Just the tiniest bit of flavour from the above categories, and then like Porkins, it crashes into the Death Star trench, without achieving anything and makes you wonder why it even tried.

Overall. A wimpy, disappointing beer.

3.5/10