Just like you, but different
On my visit to Liquorland in Forest Hill today I picked up one of these – A Golden Ticket Brewing company – Champion Malky.
Brewed in Invercargill , which might be just about as far South as you can get before you have to wrestle Penguins.
Champion Malky – which carries the claim of being a Golden Ale
This Golden Ale combines the best of New Zealand hops, English Malt and American Yeast with tropical fruit notes perfectly integrated with a delicious biscuit malt. Balanced for everyday drinking this beer channels Olympian spirit with Scottish enthusiasm. This beer is produced in limited quantities so this might be the only bottle you get to try. Enjoy
Most of which means nothing.
Washed glass, poured, no head, might have to take lessons on washing :p
This has a faintly unpleasing sour odour, lots of grass, an abundance of hops. I poured this and then stepped away from the table.
This of course might be “a learn” that I can’t expect to have a two in a row that set me on fire. But in the spirit of all things I’m pushing ahead.
I’m genuinely holding back on drinking this, the change of pace on the palate is often difficult and challenging in itself, and I’m trying to be honest with each bottle. After all it is my money invested.
It’s very clear, very golden, well carbonated…….. touch, pause….. engage…. and than….. a taste, to me, of grass, which is of course as of the hops.
This hop under-taste is all there is. In the mouth, on the palate, and it’s a long taste in mouth. Not pleasant. With the absence of anything competing for attention then all you have is a a pleasing colour beer with a sour hop taste.
It’s also a bit ‘thin’ a bit of not a lot. I’m wilting under the disappointment of expectation.
sad face because this could be one of the most disappointing beers I’ve had for ages, and notwithstanding that I just had a beer that set my dial to smile. If I’d had this first I think I’d still be confused, let down, and a pleased that it came in a 330ml bottle and not something I had to be daunted by.
2 out of 5 arbitrary things on the pdubyah-o-meter for this, and that’s because I’m a nice person. If you can’t say something nice don’t say it, which I have to set aside. I was intrigued by the label for this that looked like it could be a “golden snitch” of Harry Potter things. Benefit of the doubt being given that it’s angel wings on a golden globe – It’s definitely not an angel, nor is it a devil masquerading as something, it’s just not pleasant.
This Golden Ticket is not one to the implied delights of the Wonka factory. All I have it a Scottish enthusiasm for parsimony and none of the other flowery claims on the label, it’s almost enough to put a man off beer.