“Inhale the intoxicating exhaust of pine, perfume and citrus as this rust bucket of a beer shudders and backfires sweet, heady fumes deep into the atmosphere. Late kettle hopping fuels bitterness as the strong malt body jump starts the palate to leave your senses understeered and overheated. This is a death trap from another time, passed over the pits, free to once again pollute cruise the mean suburban streets.”

Served in an IPA glass. Finn displays a lovely amber conplexion with a well retained thumb of finely beaded foam over the top. With that comes a healthy lace that clings to the glass as we imbibe.
The aroma is super fruity, piney and kinda sweet with an abundance of citrus character on offer. Getting a strong showing of pineapple and mango on the flank with quite a hefty caramel malt sweetness at the base. Smells fresh, fruity and well balanced. Bang on.
The palate follows the nose with precision. Those delicious caramel malts anchor down with all of the juicy tropical and citrus fruits dancing on the tongue. Certainly not an aggressive bitterness but we do pick up a drying effect midway. That unwavering malt sweetness re-enters but eventually lays down for a slightly bitter finish that shows pine, grapefruit and herbs on the rear.
Medium body. Chewy but ultimately smooth and well rounded in texture. 67 IBU is nicely concealed. Very drinkable.
It is reassuring to see Feral release another top shelf IPA. Besides Tusk, their last couple of IPA’s have been a bit ordinary so we welcome this tasty drop with open arms. Without a doubt an IPA we’d return to.