Carlsberg Special Brew 440ml x 4 1760g

The main photo shows the old traditional special brew cans with the red banding at 9%. When it turns up its the poor 8% version. Advise you remove this misleading picture as you are breaking a lot of hearts.Its now 01/02/21 and still we have this outdated image of the old Special Brew. You are not fooling anyone especially when they taste this euro fizz..!

Smooth, sophisticated and flavourful Carlsberg Special Brew has been THE lager of choice for discerning gentlemen of the road since 1950. From the first satisfying crunch of the ringpull on Giro day to the hazily discerned blue flashing lights of an armed response unit, Special Brew glides down the throat like the phlegm from an angry Galsweigen Ned down the windscreen of a Special constables car. True, there are many imitators, each with a distinct corner of the market, but none quite manage to cover the range of bouquets or flavours available from this distinctive King of the Beggars. A casual glance allows us to see the quietly reassured subdued red and gold of the can, sporting it's own crest. This drink knows its business, it doesn't feel the need to advertise though gaudy packaging, it is,in fact, the Rolls Royce of superstrength lagers. The Golden Lady is a harsh mistress, harsh in that the unwary may well believe that they have simply have some sort of fugue state or even an embolism upon waking the day after consuming four cans of Trampaigne, clothes, and social life in tatters, a string of unremembered texts sent on your stolen moblie phone, but harsher still since the price of a can of the Amber Nectar skyrocketed to as yet unheard of heights, causing many to ask, "What is so special, about Special Brew?" My local shop has decided to sell Special Brew at £2.79 a can, and has sold so little of it that it actually went out of date before they shifted their stock. These little tubes of golden happiness were never supposed to be the province of the super rich, you will never see the House Windsor sporting real gold cans of Carlsberg while having the help roll dogend cigarettes in silk rizlas, sadly it was never meant to be drunk from the expensive shoe of a waiflike supermodel by coked up City Traders, it was aimed at and has cornered the market as Skid Row's oblivion of choice. Gracing the cornflakes of many an embittered divorcee, embittered ex trophy wife and bailhostels around the country alike. Unfortunately, one feels that the state in all it's infinite wisdom is determined to stamp out the use of this character forming libation, like early christians driving out paganism from the masses, supplanting it with their own insipid version of so called happiness. They will find however that the spirit of the brew will live on, the idea immortal, to rise again, and till that day I raise a glass of the Golden Lady, the harsh mistress of the streets, to friends, present and not, and cry "Usque ad mortem bibendum"!!!

I can get this for only £1.50 a can in my local newsagents .A lovely fresh drink only 8% not the 9% it use to be