Day In The Life: Rumble Oak Aged IPA
They say I’m characterized by my subtle nuance. Well, I’m flattered, but I’m just being me. Some IPAs these days crash into a room like an elephant on fire. My style’s a bit quieter. No need to beat my chest and compete on IBUs. I like the finer things in life. The round vanilla undertones of French and American oak, lively debate about the inevitable nadir of modernist historiography, the lesser known works of Aeschylus or the fundamental orderliness of Baroque music.
That said, I’ve been known to kick back, rock out and throw down with the best of them.