Welcome back to another year of booze. We’re kicking things off with a bang thanks to the new Emerson’s Dirty Bird, the latest member of the Bird Dog family for all you IPA nerds. Though new on the scene, Dirty Bird is sure to become a household name with its captivating taste, one that’s sure to get you fucked – but not before appreciating the craftsmanship of a bloody good beer.
Straight away, Dirty Bird encapsulates what a good – nay, great – beer is meant to look and taste like. The packaging puts every other Canva-ass beer company to bed with its awesome mutated dog/chicken combo and sick gothic font. Despite the dark ale look of the can, the juicy flavour is unmatched compared to other Bird Dog drinks. It smells like you're drinking freshly squeezed, homemade juice, a standout compared to your usual IPAs that smell weirdly floral and leave you questioning whether the $14 you spent was worth it.
The rich aftertaste, although it overstayed its welcome a tad, is nowhere near as off-putting as your other pale ales. The taste remains consistently brilliant. I’d like to imagine Emerson’s cooked this one up in a massive pot like some type of evil beer witch, scheming as to how to make the perfect configuration of how drunk someone can get while remaining respectable enough to be served another.
Dirty Bird’s alcohol percentage takes no prisoners. But don’t bother trying to cut back; I could not seem to not get enough of these. Neither could anyone else who took a sip and enjoyed it (other than a flatmate who spit it out straight away. Sorry bro x). The strong 6.2% meant a nasty headache in the morning, which did not help with the hangxiety after telling everyone the night before that the drink was named after their mum in high school. Yikes. Nevertheless, a small price to pay for a great night. Ka pai.
Pairs well with: A certifiable Dunner Stunner
X-factor: Funny name haha
Hangover Depression Level: 8/10. I didn’t mean what I said about your mum, bro
Taste Rating: 9/10. Simply lovely