No description, apart from “American IPA”—and what the fuck even is that?—so I’m going to have to wing it here. It’s got some Citra flavor up front, and a bitter, upright finish when it’s cold—but it’s smoother when it warms up a little bit, or when it’s poured into a warm mug. It works both ways. I’m supposed to go back to work on Friday, and I sort of don’t want to. No…you know what…I don’t fucking want to at all. So I’m going to have another one. And if y’all are reading this right now, while you’re working at jobs that other people think are essential, then, well, I don’t even know the fuck what. But I’m ready to jump the fuck off. Just sayin’.
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