Another return visit, this time to Rhode Island's Newport Storm and their rendition of an IPA. This is a beer I wish I could have lingered over, but a 90 minute commute home, followed by arranging a hasty dinner before getting Glory to dance all conspired against that happening.
The beer pours a golden yellow, with a crisp white head, and a nose full of hoppy goodness. As previously discussed, be prepared for the tartness of the hops to lead the way here, and with 5 varieties added at various points during the boil, you won't be disappointed. The hops are not overpowering though, balanced out by bready malt flavours.
Not as citrusy as Tapit's version, but still crisp and refreshing; at 6.5%, still a little tough for a session beer. In the golden period between having mowed the lawn and preheating the grill, this beer in a hammock would be a true delight. Drinking it in a bit of rush tonight was hardly ideal, but by no means was it a chore!
Another sheep has arrived at the stable, this one similarly disinterested in the tableau presented. It hasn't come to rest yet, still standing, suggesting either a certain amount of unease, or perhaps indecision as to whether to stay here with the shepherd or move on in search of greener pastures.
Or it could just be confused; sheep are not known as the mental giants of the animal kingdom.