Using the same base 6.7% beer, a baby version of our Hardcore, we slam a mouth puckering 75 IBUs on top of a base of Marris Otter, Crystal Malt and Caramalt before throwing dizzying amounts of hops at these beers. Good old East Kent Goldings. Elegant and refined and like a quintessential English gentleman, inherently boring. Boring that is unless you put the amplitude into overdrive and hope the living daylights out of the beer with it. This is East Kent Goldings re-invented and re-imagined and shows just what can be done with English hops if you use enough of them. An often overlooked hop superstar, normally getting lost in a woeful stream of conformist brown ales made by sleepy cask ale brewers. But not anymore. Classic Empire with an anarchic twist. God save the Queen. In this amped up Goldings reincarnation expect to be slammed with floral lavender, a fruity riot of blackberries and spiced pears, bumble-gum plums and the illusion of thyme. It reminds me of the apricot marmalade by grandmother used to make. I am a little bit too obsessed with this beer for my own good.