Don't Tase Me, Bro! Imperial IPA
Go ahead. Mouth off a bit more to Joe Law and feel the wrath of 50,000 volts being blasted into your ass, and you'll have a pretty good sense of this imperial IPA's hop insanity accosting your taste buds. Forget about that neuromuscular incapacitation as you're flopping about the pavement like a fish—your tongue will be writhing in neurotongular incapacitation as it's wagging involuntarily trying to lick every last drop from the bottom of your pint. But maybe we've gone too far this time. Maybe the in-your-face combination of pine, citrus, and flowers with a hop bitterness teetering above the taste threshold is too much, and you'll require electroshock therapy to rejuvenate your tongue. But don't worry—should that not work, we'll be standing by with a defibrillator to paddle-shock your tongue to resuscitation!