My least favourite hop is a joy in the hands of The Kernel.
Big and bold and tangy, zesty and fizzy and fun.
Woody and raw and dry and warm, sweet and sexily tongue twisting.
Zapped between the eyes by stinging hoppy lasers, rapped across the lips by slapping hoppy rulers.
Twanged on the tongue by steely hoppy laggy bands, there’s probably some malting going on in here too, but I don’t care, this IPA is Simcoe and it’s stunning.