Not a toothpaste. Not a soda.
It's beer. But minty.
Meet Speer — the craft beer that starts like a After Eight and ends like a Friday night. We took proper ale brewing, added fresh spearmint leaves, and let it chill out for three weeks. The result? A drink that tastes like doing absolutely nothing on a summer balcony.
Not the "mint flavour" garbage. Hand-picked spearmint from Devon fields. If it doesn't smell like a British garden after rain, we don't use it.
Our pale ale base is brewed with local English barley and a whisper of Simcoe hops. It's the sort of thing your dad would nod at approvingly.
No boiling the mint to death. We cold-contact infuse, which means every molecule of green goodness stays intact. Proper science, not magic.
That gentle "I've made good decisions today" buzz. You could drink a six-pack. We wouldn't recommend it. But you could.
Think of it like this: if a pale ale and a mojito had a baby, and that baby went to art college.
It's not in shops yet. But you're reading this. Which means someone's thinking about making it.
Limited first run. Don't say we didn't warn you.