What's up with the every chicken? A matte black and vibrant green label bearing alien heads...
Described simply as an India Pale Ale this version of Omnipollo makes civilized promises...
While pouring it is clear that all bets are off. Cloudy to the verge of impersonating yellow milk it is obvious that this isn't a garden variety IPA. Bearing more than a passing resemblance to a yeasty sourdough starter with an active head of billowy white fermented grains.
Aroma of grapefruity-citrusy-goodness accent the classic and even sophisticated IPA palate. It's actually, I like it. It's funny how you can expect one thing then seem to be experiencing the opposite before finally being shown that the initial expectation was pretty bang on. Call it an ironic irony.
83/100
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