Northern Monk’s Trilogy series is an annual series paying homage to the three pillars of beer: Hops, Malt, and Yeast. This is the one I was most looking forward too.
The smell when the can was broached, was awesome. It poured a slightly hazy, apricot jam colour, with a compact head. The head was relatively hard to form and droped quickly back to pretty much nothing.
The nose was immense, thick with piney, resinous, citric hops. An undertone of prickliness, gave hints of a potentially aggressive mouth feel. This didn’t materialise, as it was actually quite soft in the mouth, with just a tickle of carbonation.
This beer is all about the hops, and boy did it deliver. The bitterness built, and built, then like a big wave breaking, the mouth was flooded with thick, bitter, citric flavours and bitterness. The cheeks prickling, the tongue and base of the mouth, throbbing with the thick bitter tang.
It wasn’t quite one of those hefty Olde English marmalade aftertastes, it was a touch too sweet and juicy for that. Although it did last and the more you drank, the longer it lasted and the heftier the flavours became. I could still taste it an age after finishing; I love it when that happens.
It didn’t feel like it drank to its strength, it felt like you could neck it quite easily. Then you’d have another mouthful and it felt huge and thick and sticky and all of its strength.
Each mouthful was a pleasure. You could argue that it was a touch sweet, but that would be nitpicking; I’d buy another in a heartbeat. Very, very tasty and dangerously drinkable. Phwoah…