The term probably has more significance for brewery workers than your average beer-drinking Joe, but I’d like to expound upon it from an everyman’s point of view.
The thought of cheating on your brewery or favorite beer crossed my mind last night as I stood sipping an IPA at the Big Sky Brewing Co. taproom chatting with one of my favorite cellarers.
As the clean aroma of hops cleared my mind, momentarily wiping away thoughts of the variety of beers available in Montana, I was transported back to a simpler time. It was a time when I loved IPAs to the point of hunting them obssesively.
“Do you have an IPA?” became my constant query upon entering any establishment. Oh, I’d drink a porter or a stout in season, but, invariably, my interests, my constant attention went to that hoppy queen of beers.
I was, you could say, in love.