At the cottage solo, or as I like to say, I have checked into my sane asylum. A well stocked beer fridge is a joy to behold. As JT would say ”Decisions, decisions…”.* I am not quite sure how decisive I am, maybe I am, maybe I’m not, I don’t know for sure. I can’t decide. But chilling with a Coastal Wave on a chilly night, fire glowing and my glow growing, seemed like a good decision at the time, but who can be sure of these things?
This Lost Craft is still afloat, pouring a hazy muted sun setting over the sand beach orange, with a white cap rolling in head waters. All fruit in the snoot. The first wave is fizz bitters and fruit throughout. No sequence, no this than that, no here and there, just everything everywhere. They tell us this is a hybrid East Coast West Coast IPA and they ain’t lyin’. It’s like they couldn’t decide what to put in so they put it all in.
Second wave and the fizz settles, fruit fades, and the bitters back off. Some gentle fruit waves lapping at your toes as the fizz bitter tide comes in where you fell asleep on the beach that day and fried like a calamari. No high tide here, no fruit tsunami, no bay watch rescue required. I found this to be a mild in every department IPA. It was ok and gave great glimpses of both styles but seemed indecisive in nature, or maybe it wasn’t. It’s hard to be sure. On this hand it did have some bitters, on the other hand there was some fruit.
This beer couldn’t decide whether to be West Coast or East Coast so it tried to be both, with mixed results (pun intended). It left me wanting one style or the other, which one I couldn’t decide.
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