I love beer that brings across the floral qualities of the hops. I once had a six pack of Lagunitas IPA that was so floral that if I were Romeo I would have told Juliet, “An India Pale Ale, by any other name, would smell as sweet.”
But each batch of beer is different. Real beer, I mean. There are certain beverages that are not what I would call, “beer.” The hops and barley will never grow quite the same, the billions of finicky little yeast will never act exactly the same way.
