|Orange and cloudy. Perfect IPA.|
Perhaps this is the mysticism referred to on the label. You can know there’s more to hops than bitterness and floral tones. You can find beers with lots of IBUs that don’t shrivel your face. But until you’ve experienced a beer that can deliver lots of bitter hops while simultaneously sidestepping lots of bitter hops, you can’t really know. It’s a paradox of zymurgy. Maybe I’m just overreacting. Maybe I like beer too much to be objective. Maybe I’ve just had too much. What I do know is that my experience in this moment, as subjective as I must concede it is, is unquestionably positive. Mystic, even.