At BrewDog we are on a mission to make other people as passionate about great craft beer as we are. All we care about is brewing world class craft beer; extraordinary beers that blow people’s minds and kick start a revolution.
When it comes down to it, we are a selfish son of a bitch. We can’t help it. We have a terminal addiction to make beers we want to drink. Beer with teeth and balls. Beer we lust for. Crafted beer.
Experimentation is our Art. Revolution is our weapon. And revolutions aren’t made on formula. They just rip the tits off convention. Added ingredients and preservatives are for hammerheads. Cheap substitutes and chemicals are for thieves and pimps. Those stupid little gunsel corporate freaks think they got us fooled with their tasteless, mindless, visionless crap.
Walk tall, kick ass and learn to speak craft beer.
Start the car. The lights are about to turn amber. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
Past the alley where thieves and pimps sell corporate brews and good men soak it up like vermin, blissful in their ignorance. Past the jackhammers who want their three and a half percent. Keep going. Towards that golden orb, the size of Zeus’s ass, that hovers over this crazy town.
Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink amber, and drive like a bastard towards that saintly light.
Style: Amber Ale
The devastatingly bitter finish will drill straight through your taste buds. If you like hops and bitterness then go ahead. But be warned: this beer has more bitterness than a human palate (or nipple) can detect. For freaks, craft beer junkies and stamp collectors only.
The second placed beer in our 2012 Prototype Challenge is a BrewDog staff favourite, and made a brief guest appearance in our bars last summer.