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We can’t go to Falmouth without finishing up in Hand Bar for*‘something silly’. This time, it was Evil Twin’s Molotov Cocktail Imperial IPA, and Lervig Barley Wine.We crammed quite a lot into 24hrs in Cornwall’s beeriest town (http://boakandbailey.com/2014/07/falmouth-a-beer-geek-destination/), trying as we were to make the most of a short weekend. We had a session in The Front, for starters: Rebel 80 Shilling seems to be consistently great these days, and is perfect for this weather; and feeling our way round the Black Flag*range, we concluded that they’ve graduated from faintly dodgy to*generally enjoyable and interesting. Then on Saturday, with big breakfasts and fancy coffee inside us, we headed to Beerwolf for our fix of Up Country beer — the classic that is Marble Pint — and had another chance to consider a beer of the year contender, Penzance Brewing Co’s Hoptimystic (http://boakandbailey.com/2016/01/hoptimystic-at-the-star-inn/). Not*as good this time but still alluring and mysterious.
Then, with the evening drawing in, slightly merry, we wandered up the hill to Hand. Since our last visit several huge new fridges have been installed on the customer side of the bar meaning that it’s easier to browse — and to be tempted by — all the pretty bottles and cans.*Boak’s mission was to have something super hoppy, jammy and chewy, like those crystal-malt-laden American IPAs we used to enjoy at The Rake in London. Evil Twin’s leapt out at us for no other reason than it said IMPERIAL INDIA PALE ALE very clearly right on the front of the label. (Designers, take note.) But it had no price tag.
‘How much is this one?’ Boak asked warily.
The barman checked.*‘Er…*that one is eight pounds ninety.’ He couldn’t help but sound apologetic.
The small crowd of student drinkers sitting on sofas behind us gasped.*‘Is that the drink-in price?’ one asked.
‘Yes, it’s a fiver to takeaway.’
‘Hmm,’ said Boak.*‘If I’m spending nine quid on a beer… Is it actually good?’
The barman squirmed.*‘Um, I’ve not actually had that — it’s only just gone on.’ He appealed to the audience. ‘Have any of you guys had the Molotov Cocktail?’
‘No — who brews it? Evil Twin! Then it’ll definitely be good. All their beers are great.’
Nine quid. Nine!
‘Sod it, let’s do it.’
Ideally, for the sake of a satisfying narrative, we would discover at this point that the beer was either absolutely dreadful, thus invalidating the entire concept of*‘craft beer’ and exposing as fools all who drink it; or astonishingly wonderful, causing us to re-evaluate our entire attitude to beer or something. But this isn’t*Jackanory and it was merely very good. We Tweeted that it was ‘sexy’ which was an attempt to capture a certain superficial wow factor — that it looked gorgeous (faintly hazy orange) and smelled*exactly like the moment when you put hops into boiling wort, which is to say greener and more pungent than how hops usually express themselves in the finished product. The first sips were intense, rich and mouth-coating and triggered memories of sweet pipe tobacco, weed and forests. But the fireworks subsided too quickly and it didn’t earn either its price or its booziness.
This is a thing we’ve debated with people a few times: in our view, if a beer is 13% ABV it ought to demand to be drunk slowly and bring the pleasure of several*‘normal’ beers. Others hold the view that the pinnacle of the brewer’s art is to make a strong beer that drinks like a weak one. We like Duvel, it’s true, part of the fun of which is that it’s easier to drink than it ought to be thanks to its fizz and lightness, but generally we think that unless you are on a mission to get bladdered as quickly as possible, why*not just actually drink a weaker beer?
In this particular case, we reckon there are*quite a few*other IPAs — merely double rather than imperial — that would have delivered*much the same pleasure at lower cost, and with less booze. As it was, it was too easy to knock back, each swig representing the better part of a quid as it flew down the throat.
Perhaps Molotov was sabotaged by its running mate. Lervig Barley Wine was 12.5% and*tasted like it in the most wonderful way, inhabiting the space between winter warmer*and dessert wine.*It felt*mature, deep, and complex, like a tour through the darkest corner of the store cupboard where molasses sit next to a crusty bottle of sherry from several Christmases ago, and chocolate strictly for cooking. It was*impossible to drink quickly: a third lasted nearly an hour and, even though this was supposed to be a just-the-one visit, demanded a follow up. It wasn’t cheap — £4.50 a third, i.e. £13.50 a pint — but, seriously, who drinks barley wine by the pint? Nine quid spent on 380ml of*this beer did feel like good value.
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