Call me Mr Fusspot. Cans used to mean lager or keg crap, but since the advent of Craft, which means that each can is lovingly filled by a bearded artisan who then goes on to individually decorate and sign them, I've been drinking to a different standard. OK, the canned Jaipur isn't as gassy as the dreadful keg version I had in that awful hotel bar (see link in post #256 above), but it's more like that than the imaginary cask ale that B&B were drinking in their dreams the other day (#277). IMHO.