A titillating, neurotic, peroxide, punk of a pale ale.
Combining attitude, style, substance and a little bit of low self
esteem for good measure; what would your mother say.
You really should just leave it alone…but you just can't get
the compulsive malt body and gorgeous dirty blonde colour out of
your head. The seductive lure of the sassy passion fruit hop proves
too much to resist. It is all wrapped up with the customary BrewDog
bite and imaginative twist.