If you thought the only beer the Aussies produced was Fosters, think again.
Infinitely drinkable this one. In fact, when I tried to drink Beavertown’s Neck Oil (one of my all-time favourites) immediately after drinking this, it tasted horribly sour. Clean and refreshing.
Here’s a dude who looks like Pat Sharpe’s younger less good-looking brother talking about how great it is: