Executioner IPA
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L:
-pours a hazy golden-orange with a big,foamy,white head
-low to medium carbonation visible
S:
-grapefruit,oranges,tangerines,resin,spicy,passionfruit,lemon
T:
-Grapefruit,oranges,tangerines,lemon,grassy
-medium bitterniss for the style
F:
-medium to high carbonation
-light to medium,slightly creamy body
O:
Great IPA

 

Strong and dominant but not uncomfortable hops flavour.

 

 

 

Well balanced with a good hop taste

 

 

 

A - golden colour, thin white head that leaves sticky lacing

S - lots of citrus and pine, a hint of sweet malts

T - starts with a very bitter pine taste and edges to sweet malt and citrus. Very well balanced

M - smooth with medium carbonation. Very clean for an IPA but also quite dry

 

 

 

 

Pours gold with a fading head.
Nose shows floral, fruity and spicy hops along with a fair whack of sweet malt and soft wheat.
Very dry flavours, some pine and resinous hops along with grainy wheat followed by an aggressive, sharp, bitter finish.
Nice light body, carbonation could be higher though.

500ml bottle. Rather gruesome label art - I guess it does do the name of this beer proud, however. 'Spild ikke din tørst!' does sound particularly evil, in a Scandinavian way, but apparently it's just an entreaty to not waste your precious thirst on lesser beers, or something like that.

This beer pours a mostly clear, medium golden yellow hue, with three fingers of aggressively puffy, densely foamy off-white head, which leaves some chunky, fuzzy webbed lace all around the glass as it slowly wafts away.

It smells of biscuity, crackery pale malt, a subtle caramel/toffee sweetness, edgy dry yeast, generic citrus rind, leafy pine needles, and a bit of perfumed alcohol. The taste is musty orange and grapefruit pith, bready caramel malt, lightly funky yeast, a further bit of neutered tropical fruit, and somewhat isolated earthy, leafy hops. A bit of metallic warming alcohol arises as things warm up.

The bubbles are duly present, but at the same rate, present nothing further than a minor, simmering frothiness, the body a mediocre medium weight, and so very unassailed in its smoothness, that I'm now kind of questioning the pedigree of the hops here. It finishes off-dry, the bready, yeasty malt mostly adhering to a minor detente with the waning hops.

A bit of a different animal, this one, as the yeast (from bottle reconditioning, I surmise, a particular predilection of this gypsy brewer) informs on the whole here. The hops are bitter, sure, but easily dismissed, somehow, the other astringent flavour just that good, and possibly spiteful. Though my tastebuds have maintained a stay of execution here, this is an agreeable enough, and easy-drinking IPA, with the extra, upticked alcohol just an added bonus to its quiet, lurking creepiness.