The bottom line on the label says it all “The Legend” - when I first had some on draught back in the seventies it appeared as a guest beer for a few weeks in one of our favourite pubs. There are some legendary tales from my friends of their experiences after a night on the Old Peculier – the classic being 2 guys walking home after a session and falling into hedges (note plural) before eventually reaching their destination.
Very dark in colour the most pronounced taste is of malt, but despite it's respectable 5.6% abv it is wonderfully easy to drink – which explains a lot of those tales.
2 comments:
Good thing there were hedges to break the fall(s). :)
Would those "stories" be from personal experience. HA!
rt, Not guilty on that occasion - but I have had "close encounters" of the hedge kind!
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