Ready for your night to end in some Donald Duck orange juice misfortune? We’ll have I got a TIPA for you. In the realm of Biggiex3 and hulking citrus giants comes this svelte imbalanced alpha acid giant striking with one massive whirl pool hop arm like the Tyrant from Umbrella Corp. it is never sticky and feels like it has no bitter hops and I had no idea London ale III would drop this efficient.
It is dangerous and borderline negligent to release a beer with this crush ability index and citrus profile. It’s like when Sparks came out and Filipino foam parties got way out of hand. this is the logical extension of the sherbert bombs we have been subject to in the year of Oat Domini.
The mouthfeel has a touch of Fusel that dries counterproductively against the usual creamy grist, like when PtY hits and everyone compliments the balance of this malty Catobelpas. I would ruin my life with these present progressively. Every beer is a gerund phrase of perpetual citrus losses.