Beer has always leaned heavily into nostalgia. This is the same way that new music is never really as good as when you were a teenager, the first beers that really triggered your love for it (or more correctly the time addled memory of them) become the benchmark which the flavour/reward corner of your brain points you to. I’ve always enjoyed beer, I don’t recall ever having to develop a taste for it, but my real passion for it emerged just as brewers in this country started to emulate American style craft beers here. Out here in the sticks that meant when I first started to see bombers in the supermarkets. These were 660ml bottles, sometimes with a cork and cage, of Meantime IPA or Punk IPA. A little bit pricey but unlike anything I had tasted before And sadly since, both Meantime and Brewdog have capitalised on this initial…