After my first sip I forgot that this was 7.2%, historians would later refer to this lapse in concentration as 'the great mistake'. 12 hours later and I'm still going, I'm feral, I'm typing this whilst perched atop a moving train, I think I'm going to Edinburgh. Why Edinburgh you ask? It's far away, far enough for me to not be able to get my hands on another one of these, I need to leave. This beer slips down too easily, it lulls you into a false sense of security; you feel safe, this is just a lovely IPA. Oh no. It's much more than that. Be warned.