ALL CAPS when you speak its name – this chromed-out Triple
IPA emerges from the depths of our fermentation chamber like DOOM himself. Lightly hazed pale gold with a white crown, it’s a West Coast mastermind in disguise. A sinister symphony of Simcoe leads the charge, unleashing waves of pine and candied blueberry before a complex tropical assault of mango and gooseberry drops the beat.
The heat rises like the villain’s temper – waves of tropical fruit weave through subtle white pepper notes and bright lime zest in a light, aggressively dry body. With as much bite as King Geedorah, this liquid conspiracy pulls no punches, leaving lingering fruit notes and warmth that remind you why they fear the mask.