We broke the cell wide open that’s been holding this hop hash locked up since the last time a Hooter girl passed the bar. We are walking the line with this Double IPA! Not just another boy named Sue, this renegade would get us thrown into Folsom prison with the amount of Citra "hop hash" we scraped from the inside of the Yakima pelletizers and fisted into this beer. This super concentrated hash is pure hop lupulin (ya know-the hop kief-the good stuff!) and will play a resinous riff with the pilsner, 2 row and wheat malt used to back up the man in black! With Amarillo on the drums setting the bitterness beat, Citra hash takes the mic in the whirlpool, packing a sticky aromatic punch with potent lyrics creating a heavy hop forward set worthy of a July Carter finger dip. For the encore we invited Mt. Hood and Simcoe on stage for a dry hop jam session, bringing down the house in a ring of fire!