Prologue It’s time to head back down to the apple isle. The only Taswegian microbrewer we have reviewed on here is Moo Brew, which has produced some fantastic beers. So Two Metres Tall has a lot to live up to.
I just hope that two metres tall isn’t to Moo Brew what Michael Di Venuto is to David Boon. What Paul Hudson is to Peter Hudson, or what Matthew ‘Richo’ Richardson is to John ‘Super Apple’ McCarthy (and yes I have that the right way around).
Two Metre Tall are a small brewery somewhere in the Derwent valley. Their website is filled with nice pictures of farm stuff. Their gimmick/reason for being is that they produce everything on the farm, everything, like the hops, the barley, the water, everything.
But enough of my posturing about Tassie and the awesomeness of country life, time to get this show on the road.
Packaging: This is an odd label. It’s all old time rustic with the silhouette of the farmer, which I like. But then there is a 1950’s housewife which makes me think of laundry detergent.
It promises to be distinctly different. The disjointed nature of the label and the claim of differentness has me a little concerned.
Appearance: Poured chaotically, bubbles and swirls everywhere. Big fat bubbles rush to the top to create a detergenty uneven head. Maybe this explains the 1950’s lady on the label. It settled to a cloudy orangey colour.
Smell: It smelled quite acidic. It was actually very pungent, It reminded me of rotting fruit, it assaulted your nose every time you took a sip, which I have to admit was quite off putting.
Taste: It is different, but I’m not sure if I liked it though. It was quite gassy in the mouth, a bitterness is there for a moment as you sip. It’s quite a sweet beer with a hint of something unusual coming through. It’s had a vinegar aftertaste. I’m not convinced this was deliberate either.
In fact there is some talk around the internet that the beer is using a ‘infected’ yeast. Not sure if this is true, but given the acidic, sour nature of the beer, I can see why people think it.
Possible drinking location : Standing in a wheat field, wearing a hat and a pair of Blundstones.
The semi appropriate Norm Peterson Quote:
SAM: “Whatcha up to Norm?”
NORM: “My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.”
In conclusion: It lived up to the label, It is distinctively different, but not in a good way.
Ranking: Maybe just a Pot.
The long bow Youtube clip: Michael Franti and Spearhead with ‘Listener Supported’. Only for the opening line ‘I’m 6 foot 6 above sea level.’ Which is old school measurement for, you guessed it, 2 metres tall.