Despite having a couple of degrees under my belt, I’m easily confused. For example, it took me an embarrassingly long time to decipher the name of this beer on the can. Yes, upon studying it, I eventually got to 300 Days of Sunshine. But that wasn’t until I was halfway through drinking it. Before that, I figured it was just called SUNSHINE SUNSHINE SUNSHINE. That didn’t really bother me, though, since this beer is sunshine.
You can expect a mild hit of tropical hops, a pleasing malt body, a late taste of honeyed biscuit… but in the end, you come to this beer for its big ol’ whack of drinkability. Because at 3 percent ABV, this summer ale with staying power doesn’t waste any time – get in, quench the thirst, get out. It’s the shot you send whizzing past straight past the bowler’s head in a game of backyard cricket. It’s the last salt and vinegar chip you snatch up and stuff in your mouth before someone else gets it. It's the last glimpse of gold on the horizon at the end of the day.
I was confused by the label. But luckily there was no such confusion in the mouth. This drinks like SUNSHINE SUNSHINE SUNSHINE.
Mick Wust
