It started simple: “Taxi via Lima, hold short of Bravo, expect further clearance”. Now it’s been forty-five minutes, you’ve crossed the same intersection three times, and the FO swears the gate was back there. Welcome to Lost on Lima, a beer brewed for pilots who know that ground charts are just mazes designed by sadists. This West Coast IPA contains piney, resinous hops with bitterness so heavy it drags your spirit down like a gear-up landing on live TV.

Hops: Citra, Simcoe, Centennial