Rightfully quaffed at High Times New York headquarters, this hemp-teased copper-toned IPA (celebrating international 4:20 time zone for getting high) brings sweet crystal malt succulence and bright red fruitiness (grape, quince, apricot) to demanding hop-fueled orange peel bitterness for heady elegance.

Celebrating brewer’s 11th anniversary with 11.7% alcohol heft, buoyantly tropical fruited delight combines tangiest orange-grapefruit-peach gumption of fullest bodied IPA’s with heavily wood-chipped spruce hops (resonating brightly as its cascading head takes a minute to settle atop the butterscotch-hazed belly). Tidy tobacco-dried barley roast secures the bottom end. Well done.

Billowy full-bodied white-headed IPA scores big points for originality and well-integrated ingredients. Dry pine-needled orange peel bittering and tangy tangerine-pineapple-cherry crisping decorate bitter oily hop scheme. Toasted baguette reminder aids subsequent rich mocha malting to bittersweet citric-grained finish. Brussels lace clings to glass sides, adding visual pleasantry to remarkably consistent brew. On tap, loud pine forest waft and faint banana illusions endure alongside tropical fruiting. Rivals Ipswich IPA for world supremacy.

Glowing sunset hue, spryly summery citrus zest, and piquant floral spicing immerse delightful spruce-malted India Pale Ale (inspired by Hemingway’s trout fishing ventures). Sharp dry hop bitterness nicely counters fruit salad sweetness and swelling orange peel zesting.

Band-Aid-scented Brussels lace-laden IPA with initial hop-spiced ardor, brisk carbolic shimmy, and red-orange-fruits dancing on the tongue. Finish: questionable. Brewery defunct: 2002.

By blending oak-aged English pale ale with brewers’ malt-soaked 90 Minute I.P.A., prominent rum raisin jut tranquilizes sticky cotton-candied mango, peach and maraschino cherry ascendance. Candi-sugared maple sappiness and floral-hopped rigor add scrumptious depth. Beneath, vanilla, sugarplum, and bruised orange careen nutmeg-pecan adjuncts to headily medicinal bourbon-cognac finish, settling to abrasively metallic alcohol aftertaste. Perfect nightcap.

Respectable honey-browned spruce-hopped pale ale receives spicy lemon-grapefruit tang pleating pine needle nose. Slim caramel-roasted barley toasting contrasts piney citric bittering.

Bright grapefruit-peeled tangerine-peach tang sweetens toffee-caramel malting. Resinous pine-hopped bittering and mellow spruce illusions edge soft water backdrop. An endearing choice for amateur hop-heads.

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.