Pounder can for 3$ at chalet. Unlike its name, its not colored pink, just regular ever so slight haze on pale like many other west coast bombs. Big white head fades quickly to pond scum. Tropical fruit IPA hop perfume for an aroma. Supposedly the ladies tamed the bitterness of this brew but its not less bitter than any of the other rajahs. Yep, think terribly on style IPA, and you know where I'm coming from. Minging manky rank grim. Munter scrubber toe rag git. Nothing spared here in the bastardly logrolling rototilling attitude. But hey, its not causing a gag reflex, like many other viscous mouth coating IPA I've sampled, LoL. You like IPA? You need to add this to you bucket list, I don't think it will disappoint. I was hoping for some fruit tartness in this, but oh well, there - you have it. Jest another IPA of the gahzillion out there, which practically all taste the same. Whatever. Says the ticking whore: Its a brewver tick!