Some people might call this beer an India Pale Ale, but we’re not sure what defines an IPA these days; is it English? American? West coast? East coast? No coast? So we prefer not to worry about ticking boxes and just call this beer what it is: Hop Ale.
But this is no garden-variety hoppy ale. She’s big, bold and beautiful. She’s dark and mysterious. Not stout-black, more super dark red. If you triumphantly hold a pint of this beauty up to the light it’ll show off amazing crimson hues, but in the depths of a darkened winter pub she’ll be black as the night. The malty richness comes from a whopping seven malts – Australian and American, then tickled with a little New Zealand (Kohatu). Each plays its part – Carafa gives it its dark colour, Crystal its red hue, Rye for spiciness and Munich for mouthfeel. All balanced out with that distinctive resinous hop flavour and citrus nose. Not one for the faint hearted. But the new and improved Hop Ale remains dangerously drinkable all-year-round.