3$ can from the giant bird of prey in Pgh. Eye, is pretty much simple pale and clear. Very fresh pine cone nose, like I’m out on a hike and I pick a green juicy cone off a conifer and break it open for the aroma. First taste is of course bitter as all misery; gehenna and purgatory. An ordeal nightmare. Rude and crude; totally terribly tittless and actually in fact on style. A progressive liberal ordeal of pandemonium. Assuredly an affliction in abyss. Undeniably a torment and suffering for a macro pale lager lover’s taste-bud. Beer? No, its a preponderance of rosebud wicked bitter eye pee aye, doctor prescribed, medicine. Such a manly beer, I need to mansplain the flavor to the better half. Exponentially a suffering perdition. Its an underworld trial of torment. Undeniable wretchedness. No tropical billingsgate in this bullish bomber. At least its got some carbonation to balance out the mouth coating hogwash poppycock. What else can be said? If you like IPA, put this on yer bucket list. There, you have it. Whew. The only thing going for this is the aroma of a Christmas tree.