CONEY

BEER REVIEW: 422

BREWER: Brew York, North Yorkshire, England

STYLE: Session IPA

ABV: 4.5%

VESSEL: 440ml tin

DATE OF POST: 7th November 2025

 

JYMI SAY’S…

There are two kinds of people in this world…

Rabbit experts, and non rabbit experts.

I am not a rabbit expert, though thankfully (well, as he professed) Sammy is.

What does Coney mean then? I said.

It’s a rabbit init. Sammy replied.

Oh, ok, cool.

When it came to test day, I rotated the can one handed (a method I have perfected over the reviewing years), to hopefully learn more about the beer. Only to be told by the Brew York Beer Explainers (#BYBE) that Coney meant Rabbit.

Was Sammy really a rabbit expert? Or had he just lifted this info from the tin and passed it off as great wisdom?

I don’t suppose we’ll ever truly know.

 

Anyway, onto the brew… and I’m going to start with a pretty bold statement…

THIS IS THE WORST NOT TERRIBLE BEER THAT I HAVE EVER CONSUMED.

Going to need some unpicking that, I know…

Beers pretty much fall into five categories when it comes to quality.

Out of this world, really flippin good, solid brew, drinkable (but not very good) and ruddy awful.

Coney sits very much in the fourth one on this list, Drinkable but not very good. And it’s the worst one of these I’ve ever had. It is actually ruddy awful if I’m being honest but not to the point of throwing it down the drain so just crept into the 4th tier.

The main issue is that this is a session IPA that’s coming in at 4.5% ABV. That is on the strong side for a SIPA but drinks like something in the low 3%s. There is absolutely nothing to Coney when it comes to body. And regarding the flavour, you really do have to stick on your Elmer Fudd suit and go hunting…

Slightly sour upfront (not in a good way) with teeny tiny hints of lime and coconut.

Time to wrap this up and move on, you know my thoughts by now, this is a very poor beer, without being disgusting.

Jymi’s Rating: 35%

 

SAMMY SAY’S…

Coney bounds into the glass with a golden haze and a frothy head that’s as inviting as a sunlit meadow. The name itself—Coney, an old-world nod to the humble rabbit—sets the tone for a beer that’s playful, refreshing, and just a touch elusive.
On the nose, it twitches with mango and floral notes, like sniffing the breeze in a citrus orchard where wildflowers bloom quietly in the underbrush. It’s gentle, not overpowering, but charming in its restraint—like a rabbit peeking from the hedgerow.
The taste hops along sweet citrus paths, pausing for a moment in mango groves before ending in a soft floral flourish. It’s a flavour journey that starts strong but scampers off too soon, leaving you chasing its tail. A bit more body would help it linger longer in the mouth, but what’s there is undeniably refreshing and distinct.
Mouthfeel is where Coney stumbles—thin and fleeting, like a hare darting across a field. It’s not unpleasant, just a little too quick to vanish. The packaging, too, could use a bolder leap. The rabbit theme is clever, but the visual execution feels more timid than tenacious.
Still, Coney earns its stripes with a unique flavour profile and a name that ties everything together with a wink. It’s a beer that doesn’t need to shout—it just needs to stay a little longer in the spotlight.
A delightful springtime sipper that could benefit from a touch more boldness—but still worth chasing down.

Sammy’s Rating: 83%

 

MUSE ON BOOZE RATING: 59%

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