To some, an IPA can be practically anything – like a beer with fruit and/or lactose and/or lactic acid and/or Kellogg’s fruit loops – so long as hops are in there somewhere. This beer is NOT referring to those types of “IPA”. This is more referring to the comparative minutiae between IPAs and Strong American Pales – which has quite the overlap in style guidelines. And we don’t want to bore you with all those specifications, but let’s just say this beer is firmly in the gray area. We added a splash of Simpsons Golden Naked Oats to the grain bill, and heavily hopped it with our favorite lots of Mosaic, Amarillo, Citra, Chinook. It’s fruit first, pine second, wisp of dankness with a perceptible bitterness and dry finish and ever so slightly lower abv that will have you not caring so much about styles…or weird phrases from the 15th century….HOW DO YOU EVEN SPLIT A HAIR? IT’S IMPOSSIBLE. FUCK IT!