Newcastle Nocturnal - 4.5%:
There's something very odd about this beer and I'm pretty sure that it's because it looks, from bottle to pour, like it should be a craft beer made by some farmer out in Cumbria but it's made by the biggest brewery in England and brewed by Heineken UK. It was never going to taste anything other than artificial, which is a shame because I looked at these bottles and thought some of the real, passionate, brewers had cobbled together a few efforts that were so good that the company had to put them on sale. This is not the case. This just feels like a big company spotting a trend in craft beer and trying to jump on the band wagon to eke out a few more pounds to throw on the pile.
This is a nothing beer that is neither good nor bad, it simply IS. I can imagine having a few at the pub but I can't imagine enjoying it.
Food suggestion: Rice cakes. Something bland that tastes like nothing to compliment the utter taste of nothing that seems so abundant in this beer.
Drink this if you like: Tap water.
Newcastle Winter IPA - 5.2%
Are you actually s***ing me? Did someone switch the label on this bottle with one for Nocturnal? Because this looks, pours and smells almost exactly like its 4.5% counterpart. I've got a sinking feeling about this...
On the nose it's a near perfect match with Nocturnal and, oh guess what, it tastes like an absolute carbon copy of nocturnal but with a little extra bitterness to denote that it's a winter IPA. F*** you, Newcastle Brown, for making 2 identical beers and trying to fence them off as 2 "limited edition" premium beers, you bunch of bastard con artists! Having a massively popular brand does not allow you to make utter bollocks and sell it to the public. Go back to making that one beer that people who know nothing about beer like.
Food suggestion: A big bowl of bitterness and regret with a side of sheer hatred.
Drink this if you like: Being a massive f***ing idiot.
Verdict: Don't buy these. If you like Newkie Brown then drink Newkie Brown... Out of an old tin can as you slowly drink yourself to an incontinent death whilst wearing a pot noodle stained string vest, slowly infecting your hovel with the stench of desperation and stale piss.
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