Hi-Res

Name: Hi-Res
Style:Imperial IPA
ABV: 11.1
Brewery: Sixpoint
Locale: Fucking Brooklyn, Baby!
Personal Rating:5/5

Fuck the Silver Bullet.  This can be GOLD, yo! Why the overly macho, ghetto-fab speak?  Because this beer is from Brooklyn and I'm channeling all the fuggedaboudits that ooze from each, freshly popped can!

Pours a hazy orange.  Aroma is not the hop blast I was expecting, assaulting, assailing and withering my nares, but rather something that almost smells barrel-aged.  Make no mistake; the hops are still there, resinous and sticky but a bit more subdued.  Then you take a sip.

POW!

Strong (and The Rock means STRONG) hop presence.  So sticky, you'd think they dry-hopped this with shit they scraped from the inside of your college room-mate's bong.  "Darkly" piney, meaning it's more like a Hansel and Gretel forest and not an Aspen, apres-ski  forest.  Sticky, funky. But still with a strange flavor that reminds one of barrel aging.  Whatever.  If Resin is that tattooed, muscled dude on the block that no one wants to mess with, Hi-Res is his BIG brother.  The big brother that just got out of jail.  The big brother that just got out of jail and is now checking out your girlfriend.  And your flat-screen TV.  And your dog.

Finishes slightly bitter and scrubbing but with a high level of residual schmackability.

This could be my new, favorite, over-the-top IIIIIIIPA.

Well done, Sixpoint.  Check and Mate.