Eastwood & Sanders July Morning

Formerly brewed at Elland
Style: Premium Bitter/ESB
Elland, England

Serve in English pint

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Cask conditioned at Merton Summer Beer Festival 06. Gold amber with bubbly white head. This is a very pleasant bitter, sweetly hopped and fruity, with a touch of plum and a sharpish grapefruit note. Long on the palate and refreshingly bitter on a long drawn finish. Very nice indeed.

Cask Stillage at the E & S Brewery, Elland 12/08/2006 Fruit and hop aromas. Golden coloured and very hoppy with bubble gum fruit flavour. Crisp and slightly dry on the palate with some bitterness in a malt finish.

Cask conditioned at Merton Beer Festival Sat July 8th 2006. As I walked out this midsummer morning strolling unhurriedly across this pleasant, though unremarkable, Oxfordshire field with the pleasant liquid warbling of the skylark for company, interrupted only by the resonating harsh call of a startled pheasant and the low continual drone of the busying motorway. I had but one mission in mind to find a beer worthy of this day. The locals gathered and spoke excitedly about the merits of this beer and that cider but only one beer captured my gaze: July Morning. Poured to perfection it sat before me, it’s dark golden appearance only disturbed by a strengthening shard of light coursing in through a window and teasingly playing games across the surface of the beer leaving myriad pinpricks of light to briefly dazzle then wane. It was the hops that hit you first along with the slightly less noticeable hint of soft fruits. Then the gentle hum of chatter around me silenced for a second, as I was transported back to a simpler less chaotic England, devoid of motorcar and cellular phone. I was back in an England of high hedgerows, twisty roads and that glorious scent of an English summers day. The first sip and a pleasant fruitiness swept around my mouth then came a splendid bitterness and oh this beer really was quite something. The bitterness continuing to hold out and back came those images. I walked out of the hall, should I stroll with just my beer for company in some vain hope of trying to find that England of past decades? I shook my head resigned to the fact that it had gone, living only in ones memory. I took another sip and it was back this fruity hoppy beer was truly magical. But it was disappearing and fast and the clouds were beginning to gather on the horizon. The end was in sight but the bitterness lingered refusing to give. My glass now looked a sorry sight and like Mr Benn the thought of being transported elsewhere loomed again as I set eyes upon the wonderfully named Jaipur.