Things have been getting weird around here. Not full-blown apocalypse weird, but definitely stranger than usual. Maybe it’s the hops talking—when you saturate something this thoroughly, reality starts to bend a little.

This hazy straw-yellow mystery pours with a creamy white head, releasing an aroma that defies simple explanation: lychee and pineapple lead the charge, followed by grapefruit, nectarine, and peach, with a hint of dank lurking in the shadows. Deceptively light-bodied, but eerily lush from relentless hopping with Riwaka, Galaxy, El Dorado, and Citra, each sip delivers those same tropical and stone fruit flavors in waves.

At 6.9%, this ale finishes smooth and leaves you questioning what just happened. Things are only getting stranger from here.