Heathen is an IPA.
A damned fine one at that.
It slinks from its can a rich peachy gold with a little foamy head and smells like a fresh tropical fruit salad.
Taking a swig you find masses and masses of fresh fleshy hops.
They’re round and luscious, packed with mango and guava, peach and grapefruit, sherbet lemons and lime leaves, big and zingy and bright.
Fortunately they’re tempered by a very good honey and waffle malting that forms a solid brown sugar backbone and rounds off the edges of the long bitter finish.