With so much to enjoy, why not grab some mates, toss in bespoke rye loaves and danky US hops before resting on Spanish cedar – that should provide some style clarity for punters, no?
I jest. In simple terms, Big Loaf is an ode to the kind of malt forward, massively – at the time – hopped IPAs which arrived, usually in ambient aged condition, a decade ago. But this one’s fresh AF.
Big Loaf’s teasing soft spice nose quickly moves to caramel on a bready, rich, toasted malt base, rolling full, and a little chewy too, yet without weighty viscosity – this is the American strong majesty at play. Warming ABV circles dankness, grapefruit – lots of it – plus pine and bitterness – wow! – before a late, lasting, woody texture wrangles the dry length free of the nostalgia fiesta.