Win Brew Britannia Beers

Mixed case of Brew Britannia beers from Beer Hawk.



How do you fancy winning a mixed case of 15 beers and copy of Brew Britannia?

When Beer Hawk told us they want­ed to stock Brew Bri­tan­nia, we asked if we could sug­gest (ahem – ‘curate’) a mixed case of beer to go with it, and they said, “Yes!”

Bear­ing in mind that we had to choose (more or less) from their cat­a­logue, we’re pret­ty pleased with the selec­tion, which includes influ­en­tial Bel­gian and Amer­i­can beers, his­tor­i­cal homages, and beers which have played a sig­nif­i­cant part in the last 50 years of British brew­ing.

We’ve writ­ten a short guide to go with it, which also sug­gests (no joke) which chap­ter of the book to ‘pair’ each beer with.

Now, Beer Hawk are offer­ing two peo­ple chance to win one of these packs.

To enter, sim­ply com­ment below, telling us, in no more than 100 words, about the sin­gle most mem­o­rable beer you’ve ever tast­ed.

Entries received after 5pm BST on Fri­day 6 June won’t be valid, so get your com­ment in before then, and make sure to use a valid email address so we can let you know if you’ve won.

We’ll con­tact the two win­ners by email on Sat­ur­day 7 June and announce their names in anoth­er blog post once we’ve con­firmed their accep­tance of the prize, prob­a­bly (hope­ful­ly) on Sun­day 8 June.

This is just a bit of fun, but…

Terms and con­di­tions and rules and reg­u­la­tions and health and safe­ty

  • This com­pe­ti­tion is only open to res­i­dents of main­land UK and North­ern Ire­land.
  • Entries received after 5pm on Fri­day 6 June will be invalid.
  • We reserve the right to dis­qual­i­fy entries for sus­pect­ed cheat­ing, or any oth­er rea­son what­so­ev­er.
  • There is no right of appeal; we won’t debate terms and con­di­tions; and any mis­un­der­stand­ings are the fault of the con­tes­tant.
  • We’ll choose the two win­ners at ran­dom.
  • Once we’ve emailed the win­ners to get their postal address­es for despatch, they’ll have 48 hours to respond or the prize will default to anoth­er ran­dom­ly cho­sen win­ner.
  • If you don’t like those terms, don’t enter.

45 thoughts on “Win Brew Britannia Beers”

  1. As I am vis­it­ing Scot­land this sum­mer, can I enter and use my cousins address for deliv­ery if I win? I also hold UK right of abode.

    [Note: this is a test of your steely will pow­er as new con­test hold­ers.]

      1. That just bought you an email of com­plaint to the Com­mon­wealth Maple Prod­ucts Dis­tri­b­u­tion Com­mis­sion!

  2. Mikkeller/Anchorage Farm­house IPA (£18, 750ml).

    Hav­ing drunk that, I no longer look at those yel­low & blue chunks in uri­nals and think “I won­der what they taste like”.

  3. 3 bot­tles into our first evening in t’Brugs Beert­je, I pluck up courage to ask for a Drei Fontainen Oude Geuze, my first ever Geuze. The wait­er smiles ‘It’s a lit­tle sharp you know, are you sure?’. I am. Gaah­h­hh! Crab apples and Cava! The wait­er is watch­ing me from the bar. I tough it out, each sip a chal­lenge. The prof­fered glass is refused by an amused part­ner. I even­tu­al­ly fin­ish it with relief. But the next day and for weeks after I think about it, yearn­ing for a hot day and a cold Gueuze kick in the cheeks.

  4. It tast­ed cool and pleas­ant­ly fizzy, and even more refresh­ing than that. It tast­ed a bit like cold tea; it tast­ed a bit like malt extract. It tast­ed like noth­ing oth­er than itself, and it tast­ed more like it the more I drank. As the sun blazed and time gen­tly slowed down, it tast­ed like some­thing I could drink for the rest of my life, and prob­a­bly would. I was six­teen, it was Buck­ley’s Bit­ter and I nev­er looked back.

  5. Chi­may Grande Réserve at the Bel­gian Beer Café in Syd­ney cir­ca 2003. I’d recent­ly grad­u­at­ed, had a good income, felt rich, splashed out on a fan­cy and very expen­sive beer to share with friends. Beer with a cork! It was fan­tas­tic.

    A few years lat­er I moved to Europe to dis­cov­er it was dead com­mon and pret­ty cheap. It is still fan­tas­tic.

  6. The Ker­nal – IPA (no idea which!)
    I tried it at IMBC and thought it was excel­lent. How­ev­er, I drank my first way quick­ly and then had anoth­er with­out notic­ing that it was over 7% and 11am. All I have to remem­ber the rest of the day are my ran­dom notes on the oth­er beers I tried, these include ‘alright’ and ‘tastes a bit like floor clean­er’. I prompt­ly threw up as soon as I got home. Great beer though.

  7. La chouffe, enjoyed with a very good friend at the excel­lent Head of Steam, Durham as one of my last night’s drink­ing before leav­ing uni. A beau­ti­ful beer, served in a great bar with the best of com­pa­ny – not much bet­ter in life!

  8. My most mem­o­rable beer was a bot­tle of Three Floyds Dark Lord shared among friends at an out­door con­cert with Gar­ri­son Keil­lor. The beer was dark and evil with engine oil con­sis­ten­cy that means it has nev­er quite left my throat though I fin­ished it many years ago.

  9. The last beer book I bought was Mark Dredge’s Craft Beer World and I decid­ed to try some of the beers rec­om­mend­ed there­in. Described as one of the best beers in the world I tried Orval. Did­n’t think it could be that dif­fer­ent from the run of the mill beers I’d been drink­ing, but it was; stun­ning.

  10. Tuatara Pil­sner – from a warm bot­tle out the back of my camper­van when trav­el­ling NZ. Can’t get the stuff over here so I have to make do with my mem­o­ry of just how good it was. It had a hop flavour I’ve not come across since, absolute­ly divine. I might have to go back…

  11. Tim­my Tay­lor Land­lord in the Turf Tav­ern, Oxford, as a fresh­er being taught by my new­found North­ern friends about ‘prop­er beer’!

  12. Tim­o­thy Tay­lor’s Land­lord at the George & Drag­on, Went­worth in S. York­shire. It was a new brew then.
    Best thing I’d ever tast­ed!
    Unfor­tu­nate­ly I was sat under­neath a stuffed fox­es head on the wall and for what­ev­er rea­son, the plas­ter of paris tongue chose that moment to detach itself fromt the fox and drop into me beer!
    Took the pint back to explain and was prompt­ly barred by the land­la­dy as I must have been “muck­ing about!”
    Still love Land­lord though!

  13. I remem­ber my first taste of Anchor Lib­er­ty Ale. It was the spring of 2003. I was out with friends in Glas­gow, and was try­ing new things at the Beer Café in Mer­chants Square. It hit my sens­es with hints of rose – the first time I had detect­ed any­thing oth­er than ‘beer’. It was a game-chang­er, a beer that opened up a whole new world. Every time I drink one, I’m right back there again.

  14. Moor Nor Hop
    I was drawn in by the ‘unfined’ descrip­tion oh how it did not let me down! The aro­ma remind­ed me of the smell of cannabis,and as soon as it hit my tounge a burst of grape­fruity cit­rus hop brought out the biggest smile about!

    I now urge every pub/bar/shop to stock this beer, and have threw up many a time get­ting over excit­ed by it. Oh yeah and my new nick­name is The Nor Hop Hunter!

  15. just begin­ning to dab­ble in ale I took a trip to Hen­ley and stum­bled apon lovi­bonds. Had a pint of the 69 IPA, my first ever Amer­i­can style IPA. Mind blown by the mas­sive hop­pi­ness, it opened up my world to the sheer pos­si­bil­i­ties of beer. I know look back at that pint as a turn­ing point. 4 years lat­er I Am now the man­ag­er of a spe­cial­ist beer shop and an all round beer geek.

  16. Evil Twin’s Even More Jesus (Port Bar­rel): Poured and tast­ed like liq­uid deca­dence. So dark and dense I’m sur­prised it did­n’t just col­lapse into a black hole in the glass. I sud­den­ly felt that every­thing around me should either be uphol­stered in leather or pan­eled with mahogany . I want to for­get I had it so I can have it for that first time all over again.

  17. My first ever home­brew, a sin­gle hop Amar­il­lo IPA that made me realise the mag­ic of brew­ing my own beer.

  18. My first bot­tle of Brew­Dog Tokyo was tru­ly one of my favorite nights of drink­ing. I was for­tu­nate to get a bot­tle where there was some great, notice­able whiskey bar­rel influ­ence going on. I absolute­ly loved it and one of those expe­ri­ences where I could­n’t get that beer out of my head for months.

  19. A stag do isn’t a stag do with­out beer, but when the stag do in ques­tion is a three-man hik­ing trip around North Wales, car­ry­ing a slab of lager or a crate of ses­sion ales does­n’t seem like such a great idea. Which is how we came to be stood around at a bivi site in a remote cwm at the south end of the Nan­tile Ridge, drink­ing Brew­dog’s Tokyo* from enam­el mugs. Trea­cle, choco­late, and dark fruit. Rain, wind and cold. Jokes and rem­i­nis­cences. Not a bad send-off.

  20. My most mem­o­rable pint? My first. Tan­gle­foot by Bad­ger. Being used to quaffing watery pish, I soon learned that abv does not equate between mass pro­duced lager and fine­ly craft­ed ale. Nev­er was a beer more apt­ly named.

  21. After I dis­cov­ered ale I tend­ed to sneer at lager, till one day my eye was drawn to the Schiehal­lion pump clip at the Charles Lamb in Isling­ton. Maybe out of a mis­guid­ed sense of patri­o­tism I thought I’d give it a go and I’m glad I did. It total­ly re-defined lager for me and I now preach the gospel, even con­vert­ing my future father-in-law, a pre­vi­ous­ly staunch Stel­la drinker. Most pleas­ing­ly, after sev­er­al pints that night my friend fell off his barstool, and for­ev­er more when I drink Schiehal­lion I remem­ber that and smile.

  22. Of the many, many mem­o­rable beers I’ve had, I think it has to be Janet’s Brown Ale poured by the home­brew­er Mike “Tasty” McDole. This is a great beer, named after his late wife and one which I have brewed (the recipe is pub­lished, and I have his bless­ings to brew it com­mer­cial­ly in the UK). The beer is fan­tas­tic, but what made it so mem­o­rable was Tasty and his obvi­ous pas­sion for the beer, and the sto­ry that lies behind the name.

  23. When I was in Aus­tralia there was a bar the served a beer called Brass Mon­key. I had just start­ed drink­ing and the pump was adorned with an amaz­ing brass mon­key fig­ure on the pump.
    Was a pret­ty good beer with a hon­ey flavour only saw it in this one bar so could­n’t try it again.

  24. Bir­ra Del Borgo/Dogfish Head Etr­usca.

    I got into beer after watch­ing the Brew Mas­ters TV series fol­low­ing Sam Cala­gione of Dog­fish and was fas­ci­nat­ed with their exper­i­ments with ancient ales. On my first trip to that Lon­don and first for­ay into the big city’s scary craft beer bars, I stum­bled upon this odd bul­bous bot­tle in Brew­Dog Cam­den. Took it home and near­ly cried – one of the most delight­ful, bemus­ing, sur­pris­ing, con­fus­ing beer expe­ri­ences I have ever had. Mil­lion pound wine cel­lars should be emp­tied and packed to the rafters with this gor­geous stuff. It did­n’t taste of beer at all – min­i­mal hops, lots of hon­ey, African spices and a wild yeast. Mind bog­gling­ly beau­ti­ful and unlike any­thing I imag­ined a beer could be.

  25. Stand­ing at the bar in an anony­mous drink­ing ware­house some­where in North Wales, I took a sip of the beer I’d ordered because I’d nev­er seen it before. In an instant I was trans­port­ed to an island, boun­ti­ful with oranges and grape­fruits hang­ing from the trees. My mouth, filled with tastes we rarely get on this rainy isle. What on earth is the nec­tar I was drink­ing? Beer shouldn’t taste like this! I snapped back, gath­ered my com­po­sure and looked at the clip again. Oakham JHB. I knew life would nev­er be the same again. It cer­tain­ly wasn’t.

  26. My most mem­o­rable beer was a pint of Ind Coope Bur­ton Ale in The Clare­mont in West Byfleet. It was noth­ing to do with the venue or the com­pa­ny, which was a bog stan­dard Fri­day night in a grot­ty booz­er – it was just the beer was deli­cious. In fact I wished my mates would shut up so I could con­cen­trate on the drink­ing and not have to waste any time talk­ing. I’ve nev­er had a bet­ter pint since.

  27. It has to be when I first tried Rogue Ales Dry Hopped St Rogue Red from my local bot­tle shop – my first expe­ri­ence of a dry hopped US beer, and a real rev­e­la­tion! This red ale with a big hop­py, piney aro­ma accom­pa­nied with flavours of spicy for­est fruits, caramel, and cit­rus com­bined with rich oily resins real­ly ignit­ed my taste buds. And a few weeks lat­er, I was enjoy­ing it on tap in the state where it is brewed, Ore­gon 🙂 A great beer from a fan­tas­tic US brew­ery, and an all-time favourite.

  28. Jester sin­gle hopped pale ale brewed by a friend of mine. He’s been brew­ing for just under a year. Hav­ing brewed beer myself and tast­ed some of his and oth­ers pre­vi­ous offer­ings I did not have high hopes (he even said him­self it was­n’t any­thing spe­cial). I was pleas­ant­ly amazed at just how good this beer is. It’s packed full of grape­fruit tart­ness with a sol­id malt body. I have nev­er tast­ed home­brew this good. Since he con­tin­ues to brew great beer. Look out for him a mas­ter brew­er in the mak­ing.

  29. Pints of Fuller’s Dis­cov­ery out­side a pub on a sun­ny after­noon in Portsmouth. Eight good friends who don’t see each oth­er often enough, beau­ti­ful weath­er and a per­fect stag do.

  30. Not so much a sin­gle beer, this, more of an event. I was in Scot­land in 2012 with my Fam­i­ly, when my love­ly wife spot­ted the Fyne­Fest event. It was an real­ly inter­est­ing expe­ri­ence to be bit­ten by midges and lis­ten to the local bands whilst try­ing Fyne Ales exper­i­men­tal beers. I’d also not tried all of the estab­lished beers that they pro­duced, only real­ly see­ing them at fes­ti­val. Mar­velous Brew­ery!

  31. Brew­dog Cocoa psy­cho was the first real­ly mem­o­rable beer that I tast­ed and just said “wow” big bold cof­fee and choco­late hit and at 10% can blow your socks off!

  32. My most mem­o­rable beer is the Aus­tri­an brewed Samich­lauss Clas­sic. A 14% dop­pel­bock brewed annu­al­ly and aged for 10 months, the taste almost blew my mind. Sweet and syrup­py, it’s almost like a dessert wine and so far out­side my frame of ref­er­ence for beer that I strug­gle to describe it any fur­ther.

  33. As a stu­dent on Indus­tri­al place­ment in Peter­bor­ough in 1969 I found my near­est Pub to be The Boys Head just a few min­utes walk from the digs I stayed in. On the first night I ven­tured there with my new room­mate, ‘two pints of bit­ter’ were ordered and the bar­man flipped a lever and we watched as a diaphragm moved in a clear plas­tic block to deliv­er an exact half pint mea­sure into the glass. Flipped back and repeat­ed and we were hand­ed two won­der­ful­ly clear pints of Barns­ley Bit­ter. The orig­i­nal Barns­ley Bit­ter, and it was glo­ri­ous. Beau­ti­ful­ly bal­anced and so mor­eish, a pure amber-gold­en brew with sweet malts and aro­mat­ic hops. Need­less to say we became reg­u­lars, both at lunch time and the evenings. Tru­ly out­stand­ing beer, it was prob­a­bly when I realised how good beer could be.

  34. One? It is lik­ing choos­ing your favourite song. If it is one that has a lot of hap­py mem­o­ries then Stones Best Bit­ter – Uni stan­dard beer. One that was spec­tac­u­lar? Brodies’ Sake IPA is just amaz­ing – liq­uid stil­ton

  35. My first: A Kro­nen­bourg stub­bie, drunk in sun­ny France in my ten­der youth. I hat­ed it. Real­ly hat­ed it. The bit­ter­ness shocked my child­ish palette, more used to Refresh­er bars than hops. I tried to impress old­er peo­ple with my matu­ri­ty by walk­ing around hold­ing it; my Super Mario Bros. bum­bag sad­ly under­mined my efforts. Most of the bot­tle was secret­ly poured into the toi­let. Luck­i­ly the whole beer expe­ri­ence got bet­ter after that.

  36. I recall drink­ing at the GBBF on a Thurs­day a few years ago at Earls Court. Wak­ing up grog­gy on the Fri­day morn­ing, I set out with my friend Fras­er to seek out the Southamp­ton Arms for a first vis­it. Weary from a day of drink­ing all sorts (main­ly cask), we sur­prised each oth­er by both order­ing half of Cam­den Lager, some­thing we’d not ordi­nar­i­ly con­sid­er. Sat out the back, in the sun, the pub to our­selves, this was fresh as any­thing and real­ly hit the spot and we went back for more and more.

  37. My first Real Ale will nev­er be beat­en. I was an inex­pe­ri­enced lad try­ing to fit in with my peers, drink­ing lager and pre­tend­ing to enjoy it. A chance meet­ing in a pub brought my under­age self (only just but nonethe­less) face to face with my old Dad. Instead of order­ing me home he ordered me a ‘prop­er pint’, explain­ing the dif­fer­ence between ‘Drink­ing for the drink’ and ‘Drink­ing for the Drunk’! On that occa­sion it was Bass – still a favourite if treat­ed right. That was the first les­son of an edu­ca­tion i’m still reciev­ing.

  38. What with an Irish fiancé, I had drank my fair share of stouts. The one every­one knows, and a range of undis­tin­guish­able and for­get­table ‘oth­ers’ . But the day I tried The Ker­nel’s 1890 export stout, my eyes were opened. Nev­er before had I expe­ri­enced so much flavour crammed into one glass. A drink that was as black as tar and smacked just smacked you in the face with it’s taste and aro­ma.

    Maybe the tra­di­tion­al­ists were right, and our future is in look­ing back­wards, or maybe we were wrong to ever doubt out brew­ing past.

  39. A West­vleteren Gold Top lived up to the hype after final­ly try­ing one in De Verde. Still got a cou­ple of bot­tles age­ing for momen­tous occa­sions.

  40. I could­n’t believe it if I closed my eyes and breathed in it had the nose of an expen­sive Cognac but it was beer. This was my first but not last encounter with Brew­dogs AB:15. I could of drank it all night if it was­n’t so strong a sip­ping beer so com­plex and so much more than the Salt Caramel Pop­corn descrip­tion it was giv­en. I’d had less com­plex whiskeys than this and it just blew me away, the taste just changed so dra­mat­i­cal­ly as it slow­ly warmed the hard alco­hol edge and caramel malt giv­ing way to a sweet­ness and a salty after­taste. It could have eas­i­ly been sev­er­al dif­fer­ent beers dur­ing the half hour it was in the glass.

  41. Sier­ra Neva­da pale ale. At my now favourite gas­tro pub. I just nev­er new beer could taste that way and have so much flavour. A mem­o­ry ill nev­er for­get, my beery eure­ka moment. Ive got so much to thank that beer for it real­ly has changed my life thank you sier­ra neva­da.

  42. Matuš­ka Speciál­ní Světlé 13° on my last vis­it to my home­land. I’m not quick to label things “best ever” but I do think this might be the most sat­is­fy­ing pint I’ve had since I start­ed drink­ing beer some 20 years ago. Won­der­ful­ly refresh­ing and easy-drink­ing, yet full of flavour and char­ac­ter. I could drink this beer every day and nev­er tire of it. Lagers are bor­ing? Haha­ha­ha­ha. Make the effort and find one by some­body who actu­al­ly knows how to brew one.

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