while IPAs normally hit the spot, taste wonderful, and leave me yerning for more after i've hit the deep end of my drunken self. Nothing since halo and hazed and infused has ever left me this warm and fuzzy... It's called sexy velvet IPA... only i'm completely joking. It's called White hawk IPA. Never did i think something from the small area of new york could ever leave me beat, wondering what happened last night, with a headache, smiling and absolutely loving life all in the same night. It tasted almost identical to widmer brothers halo, there is no way else to explain it! an explosive burst of hops, just enough malt to not leave an aftertaste of caramalized beer on you pallet. All in all wonderfulness in a bottle that i haven't tasted since i left home.
White hawk IPA
@ the comet
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