Written by James Benjamin
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Hobgoblin beer
Who would think of Hobgoblins at Christmas? Not many, as the children dream of sitting on strange old Santa's knee, the mother's rush to prepare a wonderful Christmas home. All the while the little Christmas Hobgoblin sneaks up to the father and whispers to him of all the pleasures he can provide.
Bottle1: Hobgoblin carrying his instrument;
Bottle2: Hobgoblin carrying his pumpkin.
While Christmas for kids is about Santa, for dads it is the Hobgoblin that they look forward to, with his seasonal bundle of flavours for us all to enjoy. The Hobgoblin of Whychwood started to corrupt us at All Hallows Eve, with his little hatchet and pumpkin... to bring us to his beer divine.
In the summer he brings his fruity, spicy blend to our picnics and gigs, carrying his instrument in his hand to entice us. The joy of his brew with blended summer oranges just for you...
In winter the Hobgoblin comes once more, to cause trouble for Santa and maybe you. Does he don the red robes of old St. Nick? We hope so. Leaving the Hobgoblin's brew for Rudolph and his crew will mean more presents for you...
The hobgoblin is there on the label in winter and summer, promoting Wychwood's finest brew. It's flavours, divine, tasting a perfect blending of hops, spices, and fruits so warming it's not unlike a warm mince pie.