Betty Stogs was a Cornish woman in a folktale. She lived on moorland near Towednack. She had a six-month old baby but was lazy and dissipated. The neglected baby was cared for by the fairies, who returned it clean and laid upon a bed of moss (stolen from Wikipedia)
Well this one is nicer than the Cornish Knocker. It’s got a nice orangey colour to it.
Sweet and malty. Got the usual citrusy fruity tones.
It’s again, not a banger, but I could see myself drinking a few of these. A lot more agreeable than the last one.