A rare dark entry into Parrotdog’s range of namesake seasonals.  Big porters like this (8 per cent ABV) typically fall somewhere on a spectrum with chocolate on one end and coffee on the other, and going by the aroma, this one lands squarely in the chocolate zone.  Dark chocolate block with roasty malt undertones and just a little black forest fruit.  That fruit really comes alive on the palate with black cherry and turkish delight mixed in with more of that smooth dark chocolate.  Considering this is a straight porter (i.e malt/hops/yeast) with no cocoa or fruit added, the striking intensity with which those very flavours come through is incredible.  An unabashedly sweet porter that absolutely nails the style.

Haagen Lager

As consumers, we all have two lines that constrain our habits.  Above, there’s the price ceiling, when the cost of beer gets above a certain point we’ll turn away.  That price ceiling has been talked about to death over the last five years (at least). ...

Boneface X Brave Cold IPA

Cracks are already appearing in the fresh hop dam… but before we’re completely awash in those impending releases — one more conventional IPA. The third in Boneface Brewing’s rolling series of collabs (this time from Hasting’s Brave Brewing) and quite possibly the best...

Sawmill Barrel-aged Imperial Porter

As a tribute to the official end of summer (or perhaps a final nail in the coffin, for those of us in Canterbury), I’ll turn to a more fireside coded drop, crafted by Matakana’s Sawmill brewery. In terms of its principle construction, this is a fairly simply patterned...

Boneface Knuckle Duster West Coast Pilsner

The ‘West Coast Pilsner’ style continues to wander through the craft beer labyrinth somewhat without a bearing, and drifts further from its (admittedly flawed from the beginning) descriptor in the process.  It’s as much as I can do to classify them as ‘good ones’ vs...

My Life In Five Beers — Matt Warner

While still at university in 2008 and after a hot Friday of Wellington hillside landscaping, I vividly remember propping up at the end of The Malthouse bar with my flatmate and being smacked in the face with a pint of Emerson’s Pilsner. It was brash, full of...

Drinking In The Middle Lane

When my recent piece ‘A slow walk through paradise’ was published, a mate joked, “Jeepers BH, you’re a bit middle-of-the-road in your beer tastes to be talking to the craft beer community.”...