Overall MFBR Rating
Overall MFBR Rating
With JD Wetherspoons now stocking a range of cans and bottles we though it was time to get involved. Sixpoint Brewery‘s The Crisp didn’t last long – so we are stepping up with Bengali Tiger in their 335ml stubby, mini-keg. We wouldn’t want to cause alarm so I’d like to point out from the outset that this is otherwise known as a can.
The beer in this ridiculously-named drinking vessel is a punchy 6.4% American IPA hailing from Brooklyn with a pretty big fanfare. On the
mini keg can stands a proud blurb which reads as follows
What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Strides forward with a malty cadence, then leaps with a wave of bitterness. Slashed with a giant paw of citrus, pine, and resin! Note the lacing of stripes around your glass – it is the mark of the tiger.
…Is a good start, I like culture, I like beer and I very much like The Tyger. The poem depicts a fierce beast, strong and beautiful – it’s a slight shame the over-the-top blurb isn’t quite so poetic, a bit more Kung-Fu Panda than cultural king. Let’s see if this beer is as animalistic as its namesake.
(Watering) Eye of the Tiger
Well, my nostrils have definitely been slashed. It’s pure hops on the nose, I don’t know if any of you have tasted the hop pellets on a brewery tour, but the smell is exactly like the taste of that. It’s pungent and numbing, my eyes are watering slightly – in a good way. After the initial shock the wave of pine becomes very noticeable – forest-like, I think I’m being stalked…
It pours a gorgeous hazy orange with a quickly dissipating head and lace, both settling into a lazy occasional bubble. It’s an unusual colour and opacity, seemingly swaying in and out of opacity like “fire of thine eyes“.
It tastes much stronger than its ABV, I think that’s down to the, typically American style, powerful hops – the initial few hits are strong, almost too much. But as it settles that sharp bitterness gives way to a citrus pineapple grapefruit sweetness. It’s almost a reverse beer – nothing about this is quite… standard. It’s a beer with bite – powerful, bullish and steely – quite adequately sized up, by our chum William Blake, like so:
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?