Industrial Arts Brewing in NY's Hudson Valley is well worth the look out of state ...
"The culmination of an annual ritual of recipe evolution! Eminently hoppy NEIPA, brimming with tropical fruit and citrus aromas from Mosaic, Azacca, and Citra hops."
Does anybody know where there's a pool full of this stuff so we can dive into it?
"I’m glad I didn’t judge this book by its green exterior."
"This juice bomb may be a marketing collaboration with Tavern in the Square restaurants, but it’s no ploy."
Light beers are acceptable, but in pandemic times it’s mostly nice to get knocked on your arse.
"Sipping this stuff reminds me of everything that’s holy and that I adore and pray for."
I have said for years that Connecticut beers can hang with those from Mass or the Empire State or anywhere; in some cases, they may even surpass.
An international IPA brewed with toasted rice, it’s like a unicorn canoeing down your throat, tapping Citra and Brazilian acerola cherry ores against every last taste bud.
Compelling isn’t the most flattering word for a soft drink. It’s not a compliment that I would ordinarily use to describe something meant to be swallowed, but it’s necessary here, because HopTea isn’t something that we knew existed, or that we needed.