It's cold, it's wet and it's dark. And it stays like this for a couple of months. What better to do than keep good company, eat well and drink good cheer? That's what Yule is all about and I approve thoroughly.
The last of our 08 monthly specials is a bit different; though sweetish, from the relatively high level of residual sugars left unfermented, the use of a small portion of malted rye in the mash lends a lingering dry aspect, toning down what would otherwise have been cloying. The unusual mixture of unusual malts in the mix creates a distinctly 'spicy', 'other' kind of flavour that I've accentuated with green Bramling Cross hops. All this sits in front of a backdrop of traditional English bitterness.
It's certainly different. And I think it's Yule. And you'll be able to judge forself at most decent hosteries in East Kent in the coming weeks. And in the Monty (yes, the Montefiore Arms, Ben) tonight.
And I was taught English grammer in traditional fashion, but love nothing better than breaking rules.