Welcome to a post Punk apocalyptic mother of an ale.
A beer that spent its formative years Blitzkrieg Bopping around India and the sub-continent.
Steel yourself for Kalashnikov bursts of caramel, incendiary tropical fruit and an all-out riot of grapefruit, pineapple and lychee, before a spiky bitter finish.
This is quintessential Empire with an anarchic twist. Turn up the volume. Pay the man. Embrace the punked up, pimped up Maharajah of Pale Ales.
Nothing will ever be the same again.