Had this on a filming expedition to Newcastle with a bunch of others from some good shop on some street that we were meant to sit in cafes on. After Motelpogo suggested the rubber bands thing I couldn't get it out of my head as I sipped on mine: on the money there. Truthfully I forget almost everything else other than that it was a pils that couldn't pay the bills.

strange what you can find in newcastle, australia, this had a special label for craft imports of the venice of australia. disturbing rubber band aroma, slightly citric, not smooth or subtle or any of that good stuff