It tastes that way because that's what beer is. l2vodka
I might just hate IPA's then.
I'll give this pliny the elder a shot and then if that's a bust I'll just write off IPA's for a few years.
FWIW I don't like a lot of IPAs, but I thought DFH 90MIN IPA was really good.
IF IT DOES NOT HAVE HUGE HOP FLAVOR IT SUCKS AND I KNOW IT SUCKS BECAUSE OTHER PEOPLE DRINK IT AND I'M DEFINITELY COOLER FOR LIKING REALLY HOPPY THINGS THAT OVERWHELM EVERYTHING ELSE AND CAN'T APPRECIATE SUBTLE FLAVORS
/beeradvocate
IF IT DOES NOT HAVE HUGE HOP FLAVOR IT SUCKS AND I KNOW IT SUCKS BECAUSE OTHER PEOPLE DRINK IT AND I'M DEFINITELY COOLER FOR LIKING REALLY HOPPY THINGS THAT OVERWHELM EVERYTHING ELSE AND CAN'T APPRECIATE SUBTLE FLAVORS
/beeradvocate
not the beers I usually drink (mass produced stuff: newcastle, asahi, other asian beers, corona, to some extent heineken/stella)
LOL! So true.
Hand feel: The bottle is cold and clamy in my hand. It's temperature is actually warmer than the perfect serving temperator 53.74 degrees F would suggest. The bottle is a traditional style with high quality stamping around the neck. I felt they cheaped out on the cap though using the 14 bend crimped cap instead of the better sealing 18 crimps.
Pour: As I poured the glass it came out with amber waves of grain that took me back as a kid when I used to run through wheat fields owned by my grandparents. As the beverage hit the bottom of the glass a rich frothy head formed and thousands of little bubbles formed and efversessed their way up the sides of the glass.
Smell: It was like making love to a lumberjack. Piney oils. Pine tree air freshener. It was like a douglass fir was jambed up my nostrils. It was intoxicating.
Taste: I can sense the leathery hands of the Cascade region farmer that picked these beloved hops. The limestone rocks that filtered the water are there on the edges of my tounge. Strong prickling needles jabbing at every corner of my mouth. As I drink this feels like swallowing a pine cone that was set on fire.
Rating: A+++
LOL! So true.
Hand feel: The bottle is cold and clamy in my hand. It's temperature is actually warmer than the perfect serving temperator 53.74 degrees F would suggest. The bottle is a traditional style with high quality stamping around the neck. I felt they cheaped out on the cap though using the 14 bend crimped cap instead of the better sealing 18 crimps.
Pour: As I poured the glass it came out with amber waves of grain that took me back as a kid when I used to run through wheat fields owned by my grandparents. As the beverage hit the bottom of the glass a rich frothy head formed and thousands of little bubbles formed and efversessed their way up the sides of the glass.
Smell: It was like making love to a lumberjack. Piney oils. Pine tree air freshener. It was like a douglass fir was jambed up my nostrils. It was intoxicating.
Taste: I can sense the leathery hands of the Cascade region farmer that picked these beloved hops. The limestone rocks that filtered the water are there on the edges of my tounge. Strong prickling needles jabbing at every corner of my mouth. As I drink this feels like swallowing a pine cone that was set on fire.
Rating: A+++