Following the dismal failure that was brew2, Trenchfoot’s and my confidence in brewing has been knocked for six. We’ve tended to stick to our big guns, i.e. various country wines. In fact, my experience with brew3 at the stag do a few weeks ago did nothing to lift my spirits, as you’ll see below – it tasted weak and floral – not cool. I was therefore more than apprehensive about introducing brew4 to the gentlemen of Magdalen Road Church, particularly after Trenchfoot and I had done a safety test on the brew, which I was unable to finish due to the memories it triggered of the vileness that was brew2.
However, it went down a treat with the gents, and they were pleased to be able to leave with their eyesight still in tact. Then tonight, confidence restored, I tried to give brew3 a second shot with the bell. Good but flatter than a witch’s tit.