The twelfth day. Aka the day it went wrong. I’ve had Dark Star beers before. I liked them. I was really looking forward to see what they would do with a beer aged in whisky casks. Sadly, that dream has died a death on the A1 after being run over by a metaphorical 134 to Archway and subsequently been slowly flattened more and more by every passing car. With no one to help, the corpse drained of all life until it was more a faded husk. At least to the level of an average cinema employee. Friends and family, something horrific has happened. Well to be more precise, this beer happened. Now, I do believe that I got a dodgy bottle. The best before is still over half a month away. But there is no way any brewer in their right mind would put this out as it is in this glass.
So today’s beer is Critical Mass by Dark Star. Its smell is like medicine mixed with a little disinfectant. It has a taste of metal and rust that linger for way too long. I asked my flat mate if it was just me but he thought it was strange as well. I don’t blame the beer but something has gone wrong with this bottle at some point.