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. 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 flavour from a truck load of Aussie hops added at all stages of the brewing process. Not one for the faint hearted. But the new and improved Hop Ale remains dangerously drinkable all-year-round.