I told Bob that this IPA did not need the Yellow 5 but then I realized that lowering the sperm count of haze drinkers wouldn’t be such a bad thing. The beer itself goes in on every track. There isn’t the crackly theraflu Orange that some haze has, and this marries the slight pine and grapefruit rind with a body that is a touch less creamy than the Trillium sect, which in turn increases drinkability at the expense of depth. It makes it absolutely disappear especially in the flat brimmed dodger hat/slammed integra/black plugs segment indigenous to the east side. I welcome our new cloud overlords.