‘60s hippie-cultured ‘We’re all bozos on the bus’ snicker and ‘this is not a Double IPA’ disclaimer aside, this recession-proof pale ale won’t scare away budgeted hopheads. Bright floral-fruited frontage receives piney-hopped grapefruit-peeled bittering. Tangy peach, apple, and tangerine illusions enjoined by tropical pineapple-mango seduction to rye-dried cracked wheat spine.