Waggle Dance is another of those beers that I had way back, when I started having a beer a week but before I hit on the idea of reviewing them. It was a summer beer choice and I only seem to find it in the shops during the summer time and so I suppose my initial thoughts were right. It cannot have escaped your notice, dear reader, that I have been reviewing many more beers than one a week lately, well, that is partly down to the fact that I have been having more than a beer a week, more like one a night. And, tonight, it is the turn of Waggle Dance by Wells.
Opening the bottle caused a great deal of fizz and carbonation, a head formed almost at once on the beer in the bottle and so I eschewed pouring it into a glass in favour of just starting straight on it. It claims to be a honey beer and the colour is certainly very bronzed and walnutty and golden. A clear bottle does wonderful things for this kind of ale. There's a lot of fizz, clearly. Aroma is citrus-y, it is sharp and tangy, and it is clear-headed and pretty effective but... I don't know, there's a certain something that makes it smell a bit artificial, it tries too hard. First sip is strong, it is 5% ABV, and it is also very fizzy despite a clever flavour of honey over the top of some hoppy fuzz. There's no malt follow-up but there is a definite strengthening of that honey flavour and relief from the carbonation.
I actually really like this ale. It doesn't come across terribly well from the above description but I do. As honey ales go I do think that this is one of the best, I mean, it's no mead but it is very tasty and moreish. After that first sip you will have another and you will find yourself disappointed when the bottle ends. I think it could do better being poured out and having time to settle and go a bit flatter to really get the best from it but that's not to say it's not a generally good all-rounder ale.
Enjoy this ale, as I have done, at the end of a day that touches 30 degrees centigrade after some physical effort. Open up a few of those buttons to let your bosom breathe, cross those shaved legs with a sigh of pleasure and lean back into the couch, let your hair down, close your eyes and let that ale smooth away the wrinkles in mood caused by another day at the office. But keep those heels on girl, because, you know, heels.
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