Wylam Betty the Bat

A no-nonsense bruiser Imperial IPA brewed with strategic unction, wallop and clout. Compounded, bashed and beaten into submission, releasing relentless clods of immeasurable tropical baddoo.

CRYO POP, SIMCOE, AMARILLO, CITRA and IDAHO 7 haemorrhage and spurt a decadent ooze of over ripened hog plum, mango, pineapple, custard apple, blood orange and pink grapefruit. All swaddled together in a subtropical piñata awaiting your disfigurement and ruination…