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Pure Hoppiness - Alpine Beer Company

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97
world-class

2,146 Ratings
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96
world-class

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Ratings: 2,146
Reviews: 663
rAvg: 4.38
pDev: 8.45%
Wants: 1,234
Gots: 183 | FT: 12
Brewed by:
Alpine Beer Company visit their website
California, United States

Style | ABV
American Double / Imperial IPA |  8.00% ABV

Availability: Year-round

Notes & Commercial Description:
Beer added by: xlperro on 12-18-2002

This brew uses several varieties and multiple hop additions to the kettle as well as a large "hop back" to give the bitterness and aroma a start. Plenty of dry hops finish it off and give a big hop bouquet.
Draft & 22oz bottles.
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Photo of BoozyCollins21
4.33/5  rDev -1.1%
look: 4.25 | smell: 4.25 | taste: 4.25 | feel: 4.5 | overall: 4.5

Photo of fenlop54
4.48/5  rDev +2.3%
look: 4.5 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.25 | overall: 4.5

Photo of Jim13
4.4/5  rDev +0.5%
look: 4 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.25 | overall: 4.25

Photo of jooler
5/5  rDev +14.2%
look: 5 | smell: 5 | taste: 5 | feel: 5 | overall: 5

From brewery. Great intial hoppy taste with sweet malty backbone. The only problem is that it tastes alittle flat but it goes down really crisp. It's hard to explain

Photo of Northtexan
4.26/5  rDev -2.7%
look: 4.5 | smell: 4 | taste: 4.25 | feel: 4.75 | overall: 4.25

Photo of MisterGone
4.81/5  rDev +9.8%
look: 4.75 | smell: 5 | taste: 4.75 | feel: 4.75 | overall: 4.75

Pint from O'Brien's in SD. Nice deep gold, orange color still had a touch of a white head when it arrived, although the keep made several top offs as it foamed pretty vigorously out of the tap. Immediately the aroma of hop resin, pine and mixed citrus was present even though the beer was too cold to drink. Being the impatient persona I am, I tasted anyway. Not much flavor. My fault. Waited while a replay of Tottenham just thrashing Chelsea was on the TV.

When the beer came to temp, all of the promises of that gorgeous aroma came to be in the taste. Citrus and pine with resin up front, a little maltiness to balance in the middle and a finish with the hop resin dominating the finish. Just awesome. Top shelf DIPA.

Curious to see what the union with Green Flash will mean to production and availability of this gem. Look forward to getting some without having to head up the hill or downtown.

Photo of Zuidman
4.3/5  rDev -1.8%
look: 4.25 | smell: 4.25 | taste: 4.25 | feel: 4.25 | overall: 4.5

Photo of JGam115
4.07/5  rDev -7.1%
look: 4.5 | smell: 4.25 | taste: 4 | feel: 3.75 | overall: 4

Crystal clear gold, no real foam. Reminiscent of Pliny, bright ripe mangoes, citrusy. Syrupy hops in the flavor. Well done, not my fav

Photo of Nunya
3.75/5  rDev -14.4%
look: 3.75 | smell: 3.75 | taste: 3.75 | feel: 3.75 | overall: 3.75

Photo of ffshore545
4.5/5  rDev +2.7%
look: 4.5 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.5 | overall: 4.5

Photo of PGVG
3.93/5  rDev -10.3%
look: 3.75 | smell: 3.75 | taste: 4 | feel: 4 | overall: 4

Photo of mynie
4.22/5  rDev -3.7%
look: 4 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.25 | feel: 4 | overall: 4

Kids today don’t drink like they used to. Nor do adults. Some people might say this is because some kind of personal fault, like because you and I ain’t as masculine as our forefathers. That explanation doesn’t work for me, though, because I don’t enjoy taking personal responsibility for things. Me, I like to blame society.

Yes, society. All those hand-wringing nancies with their DARE programs, .08 DUIs, and pre-employment criminal background checks. They ruined drinking. My dad once told me about a time he got pulled over in his early 20s after having downed “twenty something beers in a few hours.” He had hit a mailbox and then turned the wrong way onto a one-way street. As punishment, the police made him dump out the beer he was holding and then told him to drive directly home.

The most infuriating part of that story is that it isn’t even very good; odds are, someone you personally know has told you one that was more extreme. I—it’s just not fair, that things used to be so fun. Now driving after more than a mouthful of whiskey could lead to ten grand in penalties, a different-colored insurance card, and having to spend two weeks around hideous sobriety cultists who will try to make your natural urges feel wrong and bad.

Now, drinking more than a couple nights a week is a sign of a severe personal fault. A fault that, according to the cultists at AA, one can never be cured of. Enjoying intoxication used to be taken as a given, a sign of being conscious and aware, wanting to dull the sensations of this rotten and awful world. Now it means you’re Sick. You need to take pills.

As such, full-on, old-timey crapulence is now rarely seen outside of dark alleys, Detroit, and other such destitution hotspots. Kids today, they say they raised hell but really they barely raised heck. I mean, I can’t blame them—they were brought up in an environment when a single fuckup resulted in arrest or expulsion, and where not being fanatically devoted to sobriety was considered the worst kind of insanity. But goddamn are they lame.

Me, I just went on the kind of bender that would have impressed Graham Greene. My personal life entered in a change phase brought about by success and hardwork that nonetheless marks the end of a very nice, long period of peace. Such a mix of celebration and despondency entreats one toward either drunkenness or schizophrenia, and I gleefully chose the former. (Plus the Blackhawks won the cup, and you gotta stay drunk for a while after that happens).

Alas, responsible existence has once again beckoned for me, and so I promised myself three straight days of stark, sober productivity. Like a monkey trained to mine for gems, or one of those pale cubicle dwellers in Brazil.

Manfully, I have failed. And so I opened up this little fucker and let me tell you even though I was tired enough of beer to swear temporarily off it, and even though my tolerance had recently reached a point where it alarmed hobos, one snort of this sonofabitch confirmed all my long-held prejudices, made it clear now and forever always the drunkenness is the one and only path towards light.

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4.17/5  rDev -4.8%
look: 4.25 | smell: 4 | taste: 4.25 | feel: 4 | overall: 4.25

Photo of MilesM123
4.79/5  rDev +9.4%
look: 5 | smell: 4.75 | taste: 4.75 | feel: 5 | overall: 4.75

Photo of Twal
4.43/5  rDev +1.1%
look: 4.25 | smell: 4.25 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.5 | overall: 4.5

Photo of pdmoore714
4.47/5  rDev +2.1%
look: 4.5 | smell: 4.25 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.75 | overall: 4.5

Photo of the_encinitan
5/5  rDev +14.2%
look: 5 | smell: 5 | taste: 5 | feel: 5 | overall: 5

Photo of Bradaplast
4.5/5  rDev +2.7%
look: 4 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.75 | overall: 4.5

Photo of egrace84
4.5/5  rDev +2.7%
look: 4.5 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.5 | overall: 4.5

Photo of jruno
4.81/5  rDev +9.8%
look: 4.75 | smell: 5 | taste: 4.75 | feel: 4.75 | overall: 4.75

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5/5  rDev +14.2%

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4.28/5  rDev -2.3%

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5/5  rDev +14.2%

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4.88/5  rDev +11.4%

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4.44/5  rDev +1.4%

Pure Hoppiness from Alpine Beer Company
97 out of 100 based on 2,146 ratings.