Making fruit more useful since 1947, Old Mout (rhymes with fruit) makes cider for cider lovers.

Orchard Thieves is best enjoyed when the sun's out. There's nothing better than that magical moment, opening up a cool, crisp Orchard Thieves cider, while soaking up some rays, telling yarns and recounting the stories that have gone before, and plotting the next adventure. But don't think Orchard Thieves just embraces the daytime! We love the cover of darkness.

As self-confessed bogans we have an attraction to black. The key to creating a silky death metal monster like Blacktop is the caramelised Golden naked Oats we've built it around. Sophisticates will detect the chocolate and coffee notes of creamy tiramisu. The rest of us will note that it matches our jeans.

Pilsner is famously Czech in origin, but here we've gone for a South Pacific hop profile in keeping with the people who brew it and drink it. Passionfruit, grapefruit and sauvignon blanc characters abound, stacked up on a robust malt base that's partly German, partly Kiwi.

XPA means Extra Pale, a product of Quickchange's lighter malt base. That delicate colour though is undercut by a glorious hit of alpha oils from Mosaic, Galaxy and Citra hops. Sometimes you don't want your mouth flayed raw and your liver worked to a standstill. Sometimes a few luscious notes of mango, guava, lychee and pineapple can be just the thing.

In hot rodding a Rat Rod is a chopped, low slung, rough and rusty special, designed for go more than show. A little like a classic hazy IPA in other words. There's a monster American hopping regime inside this unfiltered diamond, throwing the juicy orange and fruit salad characters forward without too much bitterness or malty sophistication.

In this Panhead x Rolling Stone Collaboration. NZ cult hop Nectaron® takes centre stage supported by Eclipse and Nelson Sauvin. Expect Intense tropical fruit and citrus aroma characters, just the right amount of bitterness and a smooth finish. Stomp the pedal and hit the lights. The Nays must never have it!

Hops are where it starts for the born-again craft head and Super Charger APA is where Panhead delivers. This is an all-American show with Centennial, Citra and Simcoe overwhelming your nose, kicking you in the taste buds and departing with more bitterness than a Palm Springs divorce. It's a seriously addictive combination.

Hops are where it starts for the born-again craft head and Super Charger APA is where Panhead delivers. This is an all-American show with Centennial, Citra and Simcoe overwhelming your nose, kicking you in the taste buds and departing with more bitterness than a Palm Springs divorce. It's a seriously addictive combination.

Hops are where it starts for the born-again craft head and Super Charger APA is where Panhead delivers. This is an all-American show with Centennial, Citra and Simcoe overwhelming your nose, kicking you in the taste buds and departing with more bitterness than a Palm Springs divorce. It's a seriously addictive combination.

The people's champ. A heavy medaller. The orange one, back on the block a decade later. Getting majorly malted-up and hop-loaded. More of everything that's made it iconic. Don't worry, Panhead have brewed a few Charger's before. Brewed their arses off ten times around the sun. And this is for everyone who rode with them. Cheers!

A handmade monster, coming in hot, propelled by an angry overcooked nailhead. Built in secret from a Monogram model of Steve Scott's mystery machine. The Barris beater. Not seen since the '70s. Til a couple of Cambridge craftsmen unleashed their spitting image at SEMA. One wicked wind-up. A tangerine dream. Not bad for a Straggler. Panhead did the twist with this vanilla-infused ale, inspired by '60s milk bars where you mighta found a bucket like Uncertain-T once waiting for a shake. Bringing major dessert vibes with its creamy texture and cherry tang on top.