A rather impertinent pale ale that insists it’s perfectly alive, thank you very much. Chinook barges in with brash pine and grapefruit, while Simcoe flutters about with cheeky hints of tropical fruit. The aroma practically argues back—resinous, zesty and suspiciously energetic for something that might be accused of being “resting.”

Crisp bitterness lingers like a stubborn shopkeeper, and the finish snaps with lively citrus sparkle. It’s bold, irreverent and entirely unwilling to be nailed to any perch—no matter what anyone claims.