Little Creatures Dog Days. A Summer Beer which is undoubtedly a knowing wink to the Earth’s axial tilt. If there is one thing that just screams an annual change in apparent weather conditions along latitudinal lines based on the proximity of Earth’s polar axis to the sun, it’s an easy drinking, late hopped U.S style pale ale with a generous portion of wheat malt thrown in.
A bronzed Adonis with a thirst to quench after a hard day of being attractive and generally better than you in every respect. Or perhaps more likely, the average beer drinker who requires something to help them forget just how disgustingly sweaty they are but aren’t keen on dropping any more than $22 for a sixer and wouldn’t be caught dead drinking lager openly.
This is a beer for all those special summer occasions that literally everyone has been a part of and eagerly looks forward to.
Illegally drinking in a park on a Saturday with that group of friends that are not your best friends but in the second or third tier of friends and the wind seems to have deserted you and you forgot to bring anything else to drink that isn’t booze so you quicken your pace in a vain effort to cool down only to realise that while these people are nice and all you don’t really have that much in common with them and the conversation is becoming a bit strained so you continue drinking to overcome your social anxiety and/or boredom until it becomes readily apparent that everyone else stopped drinking 90 minutes ago and you’ve started screaming YOU DON’T MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I’M A WOMAN ANYMORE at Jess (you know, Steve’s friend’s former roommate) because everyone was talking about songs released in the year they were born even though pretty much everyone is the same age but the look of terror and bewilderment in Jess’ eyes leads you to believe that perhaps her Dad didn’t listen to the Hunters & Collectors in the car on the way to the Gold Coast when she was a child.
Carefully decanted into a stainless steel water bottle so you can covertly drink it at the beach, at little Timmy’s awful junior club cricket game or at the local public swimming pool without the unfair stigma that comes with being fined by the constabulary for drinking in public. Again.