Sitting there like the fat cat who got the double cream. This smirking, crisp, German-style lager is chortling all the way to the offshore bank. With a private vault full of Pilsner and Vienna malts, and a blend of Mandarina Bavaria and Hallertau Mittelfrüh hops, this deliciously selfish swine knows he’s getting away with a murderously refreshing brew. An utter citrus, floral bastard.