Nice clear with a tangerine hue. A fruity light scent, delicately tropical. I'm not sure if I've ever eaten a passion fruit. I know it's present in squash, and in the Kongo. I was expecting something a bit tangy and soft, a taste of passion. Nope. This is bitter. It's gone past passion some time ago. It's well into the obsession zone. Like a shunned lover, stalking you while you head down to the local co-op to get a loaf of bread. Riffling through your bins, hoping to find the evidence that you have replaced them with another. Vindication that you never loved them enough. Calling your phone without speaking. Boiling your rabbit when you're Michael Douglas. It's unhealthy, bitter, and vengeful. Something which promised so much, turned ugly, and dark. Now so focused on your demise, nothing else matters. They can't move on, won't allow themselves to move on, won't allow themselves to be happy again. They just want you dead, so no one can have you. They're going to destroy themselves in an effort to take you down with them. It's not a nice taste, and it's pretty ugly imagery. Maybe one to avoid in the future.

Dry slight tangy flavour.

Proper fruity passion fruit ale nice