To move like IPA, you must become the IPA. We walk the hoppy path, resin soaked step after step. So, welcome to our sanctum, become the hoppy locust and fly from our hands. Leavened with pilsner, pale and wheat malts and smacked with that tall stack of Azacca, Citra and Simcoe hops. This ones knees, bows and 8 limbs of fruity fury. Sways dry on the finish, lasting notes of pineapple, mango, nectarine and peach.
COLOR: Dust in the Clouds
MALT: Pale, Pils, Wheat, Dextrine, & Munich
HOPS: Azacca, Citra & Simcoe