Purchased From: JD Weatherspoons @jdtweets
Pouring and Look: Cloudy amber colour with a small but frothy creamy head.
Smell: The smell is like Marcus Aurelius a “dream that was Rome. You could only sniff it. Anything more than a sniff it and it would vanish, it was so fragile. You can get the faintest of smells of bitter hops, it’s really faint that my nose can pick out any specific citrus smells that I’d associate with an IPA.
Taste: An initial fresh, bitter grapefruit hop taste that never really goes. There’s not a lot of complexity to this IPA, you get the hop hit but there’s not a lot after that. You can, if you really concentrate, start to get a dark sugar and marmalade taste.
Thoughts: I actually really enjoyed this. It’s a very simplistic refreshing hop hit. I can see why ‘spoons have started stocking this. It’s unique enough to get a few beer geeks through the door and it’s not too extreme to scare any regulars away that might have one for a change. This is definitely a really good gateway beer for someone to drink on their first step of becoming a beernaut.
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The Perfect Time to Drink It: Mos Eisley: never has there been a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. If this is the case then why does it contain the hippest jazz club on Tatooine, Mos Eisley Cantina? You’re beginning to suspect that the infamous reputation is giant smear campaign created by Mos Espa, Mos Eisley’s biggest tourist rival.
You’ve been sipping several Bengali Tigers as you’ve listened to the smooth jazz notes of the Mos Eisley house band. The Bengali Tiger is probably the best tasting thing served in the cantina but you’re still struggling to understand why they serve it with a cocktail umbrella, maybe it’s to add to the ambiance. Your trailing jazz infused thoughts are disturbed by the bartender as he shouts at the two new cats entering the cantina ‘your droids, they’re not welcome here’. The bartender is not a hip cat; hygiene isn’t high on his list of priorities which makes you glad that your Bengali Tiger comes in a can. You might not like the bartender but you do agree with the no droid policy, especially as the current trend is to use droids to loudly play Wookie Euphoric Trance music. Hearing that in a jazz club would not be nice.
You take another sip of your Bengali Tiger as you watch the old cat and young farmer enter the cantina and order drinks. They look out of place, they don’t look like hip-cats and it looks like you’re not the only person to think so. The cantina’s resident pranksters Ponda Baba and ‘Doc’ Evazan seem to have taken an interest in the farmer. Ponda and the Doc like to play a game with all the new faces, their routine is to pretended to be wanted men, they mention something about having “the death sentence on 12 systems” and then the new face buys them a drink, they tell them it was a joke and then they all have a good laugh about it. It’s all very humours, especially for the regulars who know what to expect. Oh my god the old man just cut off big Ponda Baba’s arm! Why would anyone want to do that?
The bartender looks sicker than normal as he races to the communicator. It’s not hip to call the law but when a cat gets his arm cut off then there’s not really a choice. You watch as the old cat and the farmer are ushered into a booth by the local enforcer Chewbacca. Chewbacca or ‘Chewie’ is Han Solo’s right hand wookie and he’s not a cool cat. You once saw him pull both arms out of a man’s socket over a game of dominio’s. Solo isn’t much better, a dealer and rouge who, unfortunately, happens to love jazz fusion as much as you. If there was another jazz club as good as the cantina then you’d be drinking there away from ‘shoot first’ Solo. Unfortunately, there isn’t.
Chewie, the old cat and the farmer leave. You see Solo about to get up but Greedo, the owner and manager of the local orphanage, sits down in front of Solo. He’s probably going to ask him for a donation for the orphans. Greedo’s heart is in the right place but he gives other cats way too much credit. You see Greedo pass over the donation form and as he does Solo shoots him. BOOM! There’s blood and guts everywhere! Solo flips a coin at the bartender and leaves. You think it’s time you left as well but at that moment the cantina band start up with another jazz classic, you sit back and order another Bengali Tiger as you become infused with the jazz.