beer_name: AleSmith IPA
text: The chilled bomber bottle evidences quite a bit of sediment floating around the bottom, and when cracked open and poured into my Duvel tulip glass the phenomenon intensifies. The detritus appears to be remnants from the dry-hopping process, as quite a bit of the matter in suspension looks a lot like bottom-of-the-bag shake-leaves. The brew itself sparkles a shade of coppery-orange and sports a sturdy cap of glossy, creamy, eggshell-colored foam that sustains itself at two fingers' thickness. Notes of ripe mango, lime leaves, blood oranges, juicy lemons and a smattering of evergreen pine swirl above the glass and grab onto my olfactory receptors as the head slowly settles, the cap of foam resting in a misshapen cloudlike wallop that deposits chunky bands of lacing onto the sides of the glass. The taste is an idyllic take on the perfectly-done West Coast-style IPA, the dry, nearly invisible hint of a malt body yielding to a runaway freight train of hop flavors and and a smack in the mouth of tooth-squeaking, but well-controlled bitterness. Grassy and piney notes pump out the IBUs while mellow hints of ripe orange, lime peel oils and orchardfruits soften the drink and enrich it to savory hoppy perfection. The drink is an easy one to swallow, and is fluffy-medium in body with understated carbonation. Highly drinkable and * almost * as good as the Pliny... Thanks, Murch!