Out of the dark, fermenting vats of Newport comes a tart and crimson-hearted brew, red as a sunset over the Severn. It is a sharp, pithy scream of an ale, bleeding blood orange into the glass like a wounded fruit in the orchard of the night. It is zesty, zingy, and thick with the sticky memory of citrus a wild, pulp-heavy nectar, It is bright, citrusy, and possesses a blood orange acidity that is as sharp as a well-timed insult I have always found that blood is thicker than water, but blood orange IPA is considerably more refreshing than both.

A red IPA. it's OK.

This is tasty enough but I was expecting a bit more of a punchy blood orange taste.