What has four fingers, one opposable thumb and an empty fist full of hoppy suds? The haze is with-in grasp. Grip it and rip it. Nosh. Swirl. Sip. Repeat. Composed to solely showcase the striking Strata hop, she certainly lets her down into this cozy chemistry of sweet & dusty blended base malts and wheats. Strata cuts loose, drippin’ stunningly bright layers of tropical fruits, passion fruit, melon, mango, grass stains and some say an herbal gust of the devil’s cabbage itself.