This is the best Triple IPA I have had for a very long time.
It may even be the best Triple IPA I’ve ever had.
It’s thick and creamy, rich, round and chewy, pouring an foggy peachy gold with a heavy set foamy head, the aroma is peach cobbler doused in white rum.
And to be honest, that alone would be enough to make me happy.
But taking a swig you find the thickest gloopiest of caramel drenched pancakes, honey toasted bagel malts that make the beer feel big and round and, to be honest with you, a bit sexy.
The hopping – Citra Leaf and Cryo, El Dorado T90, Idaho 7 Cryo, Strata T90 and Nelson Sauvin T90 – may sound like a chemistry lesson, but the mix brings waves of gooseberries and green grapes, lemon sherbet, lime zest, grapefruit and orange marmalade, and this sharp zingy goodness is rounded out by the peach juice and apricot skins of the yeast that adds a touch of earthy undergrowth and a salty snap to the finish.
And all this is wrapped up in a clean and crisp boozy jacket.