Begging your pardon? The clever crew at Flying Monkeys are among my most endeared brewers. Their irreverent approach to craft beverage erm, crafting has always been reflected in the artistic license of the packaging. In this case they've opted to alienate the elder element of the craft beer drinkerage with their nearly vulgar irreverence. On the other hand who isn't honestly interested in the occasional "Juicy Ass"? You're among friends. Be honest. You love it.
Unfiltered. Honey hued. Galloping with six and a half points of booze. Classic IPA tones like pine, citrus and passion fruit (are least according to the Monkeys' marketing department).
I don't know if Babe Ruth always hit a homerun or if Jordan always drained the game winner, I suppose everyone is going to have an average day.
While initially titillating, "Juicy Ass" is an average day for the Monkeys.
77/100
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