
First sip is like a dam holding back a wall of bitterness from the citrus, and I kept expecting it to break, but it never does. It's not sweet, but it's not the torrent of bitterness that all the citrus would generally lead to. Instead, it's held back by the malt and the yeast to allow the citrus to thrive, but a tang of pine-based bitterness just kind of flicks the tongue toward the end.
Tip-in is citrus meat with carbonation sting and yeast dust. The middle rises with citrus up front, leading the charge with the orange, papaya, passion fruit, and (possibly most forward) the grapefruit. The other tastes are relegated to echoes during the middle, but the finish brings up the dusty malt and resin before that pang of pine bitterness kisses the lips and runs away, shy and scared.
Bottom Line: Way different than most of the other IPAs out there, it definitely carves its place in the world.
3.25/5