Brewery: Farson’s
Location: Mriehel, Malta
ABV: 3.8%
Version: 500ml bottle
Source: St Julian’s, Malta
One very fond memory (among many) I have of our two holidays in Malta to-date is that of enjoying an early evening bottle (or two) of Hopleaf (the original, not the new, ‘smooth and creamy’, gassed-up variant) before venturing out in search of food and an evening’s entertainment.
Hopleaf is one of those perfect holiday beers: best drunk cold, it has a crisp, hoppy bite (much more so than it’s stable-mate, Cisk lager) and a lightly effervescent finish, and it goes down a treat as the sun sinks slowly over the holiday horizon and you remind yourself that you’re currently about 1,800 miles away from home and everything you’ll have to get the hell on with once you get back there…
At the end of our latest Malta holiday (which was round about this time last year, near enough), I brought home the last of a dozen bottles that I’d put in the hotel room fridge at the start of the week. Upon returning to Manchester, I placed said bottle in the fridge whilst making a solemn vow to save it for the sunniest day I could find. This year’s summer turning out to be as crappy as it did meant that that solitary bottle lurked in our fridge until one (in fact, the one) glorious Sunday in mid-August, when Jo and I finally got the chance to light up the new brick barbecue, char-cook a few bangers and veggie skewers and sit outside on the new garden furniture (which we made use of exactly once this “summer” as well).
Cracking open the Hopleaf, I savoured the tantalisingly light aroma, before pouring the light, frothy-topped, golden nectar into a tall pint glass. A couple of gulps, eyes closed and – yes – we really could be back on a Malta, with nothing to do the next day other than ride a Maltese bus of doom* down to Valletta, there to sit outside a café in the main square, eating huge plates of salad and reading Tim Willocks’ The Religion (the perfect place to read that rather fine novel, let me tell you) until it was time to wonder idly on to somewhere else…
I heaved a pretty big sigh once I’d finished that one, I can tell you. I’ve never seen Hopleaf on the shelves in the UK, although Farson’s does have an export operation, so it’s technically feasible that I might, one day. Although to be honest, I rather suspect it’s one of those beers – like the Dorada that I usually drink when we’re out in the Canary Islands – that probably tastes much better on its home territory. So maybe I’ll leave it for our hat-trick visit to Malta, whenever that might turn out to be.
*If you’ve been to Malta you’ll know exactly what I mean. If not, then
these photos should give you the general idea…