They call me treasure, not for my looks, mind you, but for the golden secrets I hold within. I’m Hobgoblin Gold, unearthed from the depths of Wychwood and brewed to gleaming perfection with a hoard of hops from every corner of the map.

Crack me open, and you’ll unleash a glimmering pour of sunshine, pale gold with a nose full of fragrant citrus and a cheeky hit of wild gooseberries. My base? Biscuit-like and bready, forged from malted barley and wheat. But don’t get too cozy, I dive straight into a zesty ambush of lemon, lime, and forest mischief, led by a rogue’s gallery of Pilgrim, Nelson Sauvin, Citra, and Summit hops.

Rascally. Refreshing. Hoppy as sin. I’m crisp, I’m cunning, and I finish with a refreshing snap that’s just rascal enough to keep you reaching for more. Every goblin hoard needs a little gold...