NEIPA
Hop Nation Brewery
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of an empty glass, must be in want of another beer.
“My dear Mr Bennet” said his lady to him one day “Have you tried the J-Juice since they had to rebrand it?”
Mr Bennet replied that he had not.
“I had it from Mrs Long, who has just come from the bottle-o. I find it quite delightful. It pours pale straw, and quite obfuscates the light, but is still rather bright for all that.”
Mr Bennet made no reply.
“Do you wish to know the flavours one detects?” cried his wife, impatiently.
“You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”
This was invitation enough.
“Why, my dear you must know, it begins life delicately fruity, citrusy and tropical, but finishes fiercely bitter. Well, not too fiercely. There is a note of the tropics in it, but I must confess, I am not too sure what. Passionfruit, I think, under its crisp savoury note and its lingering bitterness.”
“What is the brewery?”
“Hop Nation, from the west of Melbourne.”
“Good?”
“Oh yes, indeed. Do you wish to know what else I detect?” She went on without waiting for him to answer. “I detect a bitterness like the pith of grapefruit, and a lightly candied flavour, like bon-bons. And it has a rather wonderfully rich mouthfeel, neither too chewy nor coating, but full, and of course enhanced by a very light fizz.”
“Very hazy, those NEIPAs.”
“You’re quite right dear. What might be a vexingly varnishing booze heat is quickly subsumed by a rich freshness – almost wine-y? Perhaps it is the piney resin of the hops that so pleasingly coat the palate with such bitterness.”
“Sounds like a beer that might get one in trouble”
“Quite”
“Perhaps I shall endeavour to acquaint myself with it post haste, my dear” “See that you do.”
Exit Pursued by a Beer 