Inside it hits you up. You care about what you drink. Maybe it’s a certain reverence for hops. Or
maybe it’s a desire for a serene state of palate calmness – a ‘haze craze’ for the senses. Whatever
it is, only a tropical haziness of flavours and aromas derived from hop polyphenols and proteins,
will quench your existential thirst.
Get with ataraxia, slip into hazy psychedelia. Then kick back and be the wizard of your own sensory existence with this strong, but velvety smooth, Imperial New England IPA. Double dry-hopped with hops flown in from the land down under, every sip is a hazy trip below the equator.
This beer leads hard but lands soft, with a fruity finish that shows some bitter restraint. So, even
if your search for transcendence goes unanswered, and results in nothing but a mid-afternoon
beer run, at least you can spend the remainder of your day sipping away.