Oh, nothing. Just hanging out on a Christmas Eve and making caramel sauce. Like you do.
While babysitting a pot full of molten sugar, I decided to grab a brew from my fridge. I had a single can (yes, a can! let’s talk about cans!) of this in the fridge and cracked that bad boy open. Some people turn their noses up at canned beer, but I have never had the problem of my canned tasting tinny or off. What’s great about cans is that they are air-tight and allow no light through – so no skunked beer! Plus, cans weigh less so they’re easier to transport, making for a smaller carbon footprint in the end.
This IPA pours a deep honey golden color – maybe a little cloudy – with a sturdy white head that slowly sinks. The nose is fresh, with an emphasis on floral hops all the way. There’s a hint of citrus, too, I could swear. It’s green, even. Piney maybe.
The first taste is sweet, surprisingly sweet, with malt and caramel flavors with a background note of piney hops. This is a bold, west coast style IPA for sure. Those piney hops really do it. There’s a drier finish to it that is sharp without being unpleasant.