Indistinct amber-yellowed IPA stays brutally bitter. Tangy orange-peeled lemon rind elegance picks up piney floral-hopped bittering done in by perfunctory smoked wood residual. Ashen cinder remnant mars citric ensemble.

Dusky resinous floral waft, lingering piney hop bitterness, dulled lemon limed candy sweetness, and bland grapefruit mouthfeel receive creamy caramel roasting. But wavered ruddy copper-hazed medium body ultimately lacks distinction, firm character, and stylistic bite. On second passing, soured citric dryness regales hop- charred wood-sharp bittering, gaining pink grapefruit tang to cracker-like Pacman yeast bottom.

Explosive carbonation, festooned caramel creaminess, and frisky piney hop bittering outline organic citric-grained facade of billowy flush-headed golden body. Elegant sweet yeast essence grips stunning orange fruitiness and subsequent stimulating spiciness. Pour slowly to let it breathe properly for best effect. Only regret: citric component should linger on tongue longer.

Alluring burnt sienna-hued India Pale Ale as enjoyable as rival California brewer Alesmith’s equivalent. Spice-sweetened peach-pear-apple promenade laminates resinous piney hops and floral-daubed spruce stickiness. Honeyed oats rampage creamy molasses malting to tangy orange-grapefruit finish. Heavy yeast sediment coats glass bottom.

Sparse moderate-bodied amber-cleared IPA disguises 8.5% alcohol volume well, as rounded red-fruited opening lingers above spicy pine-sapped hop fade. Subordinate lemon rind bittering counters juicy red apple ripeness, apricot-tangerine tang and minty herbaceous twang. On second tasting, orange-soured apple-candied grapefruit bitterness and mild white bread toasting lacked some aggression.

Prudent spruce spicing and ripened orange-grapefruit conflux entice caramel-molasses sweetness aloft coarse resinous hops. Biscuit-y toasted oats saddle off-dry grassy hay bed. Clandestine sage-pepper spicing, mint-y pinch and woody tinge bedeck backend.

Arid peach-tangerine waft fits loud orange tang, floral hop eloquence, and clove-spiced honeyed wheat backbone. Spruce and pine comb decorate sweet biscuit-y bottom.

Bragging of ‘four times more hops than our IPA,’ Weyerbacher’s heavily citric-hopped bitter ale gets countered by angular caramel malt lucidity. But mild grainy bitterness wins out at ephemeral mocha finish. Simple, effective, if not essential.

Enjoyably subtle India Pale Ale counters piney hop bittering with sweet spruce serenity and soured apple-orange caress. Floral accents uplift herbaceous niche.

Valiant butterscotch-glowed flagship IPA brings expectant tangerine-clementine-apricot juicing to malt-sugared candied yeast sweetness, deferring dubious hop-spiced bitterness, orange-oiled tartness, wood-toned sentiment and dry floral punctuation underpinning dewy mineral graining and slight herbal tea-like eucalyptus freshness. Tangy pear, quince, and grapefruit esters add further fruiting.

Middle of the road ale has typical Catamount essence – a hint of hop-spiced bitterness and bland malted grain finish suited for lighter ale drinkers. Surprisingly, for an anniversary celebration, it lacks richness, bite, and character. Brewery defunct: 2002.

Cascading pearly bubbles form thick-headed web lace for robust rust amber-hued world class ale. Heavily concentrated yeast, spicy floral-bound citric hops and plush caramelized malts conjure equally impressive East Coast rival, Ipswich IPA. Grapefruit-peeled orange rind bittering gathers mild pecan-fig-date-raisin cluster, jettisoned cognac-almondine spell and sweet sugar pie sedation contrasted by astringent alcohol persuasion. In growler, spectral cereal-malted grapefruit peel bittering rises above apple-candied cherry, honeydew, and melon fruiting, leaving dark-roast hops to contain thrusting alcohol burn. On tap, through special auxiliary-hopping tube, deep piney evergreen freshness, currant notes, and perfumed fragrance absorb any styptic constraint.