There. The respective coasts have had their booms, and are still soaring. Brews of the California shores crashing with bright bitterness, pristinely-attenuated malt, soaring citrus, and overhwlemingly dry pine. East Coast dripping with sluggishly lavish & tropical ripe fruit, rich texture, softened edges, and taking the hop to a foreign, densely brimming plateau. Some breweries in-between are balancing both; providing us with the resinous bitterness of the west coast, and the brooding, yet enlightening pillowy, fruit-laden, full bodies of the north east. The future of IPAs can ride this high, possibly for a long while. But where do we go from here? Fruited IPA is losing touch. Black IPA is a difficult, yet sometimes beautiful bastard child. Brewers have accomplished so much. Once the haze craze dies or, most likely, oversaturates, where does this leave us when the trend bursts?