This review, in Skaggsian sonnet, as inspired by Willy Shakespeare:
“Sonnet 10, Double dry-hopped IPA—thee sly beast!”
Double-dry hopped IPA—thee sly beast!
Praised, scorned; IKEA of yon brewer’s world.
Opaque orange, hazy tendrils, brewer’s yeast;
Rind of grapefruit, herbs de Provence, yon swirled—
In complex olfactory synapses.
Hark! Sweet muse, white sangria coats my mouth,
Fruit, pine hops! Lo, resistance collapses!
Modillion IPA, from URBAN SOUTH!
Rich citrus peel, choc’late mouthfeel; alas,
Drink cold. Best consumed in the sultry heat.
Mouthfuls of architecture in a glass
By any other name would taste as sweet!
East Coast IPAs—are they here to stay?
O, who’st cares? Laissez le bon temps rouler.