In the misty crevices of the Valley of the Fairies, where whispers of hops drift on the wind and mischief brews in bubbling kettles, I was born — the gnomes' most daring creation yet. They called me Chouffe IPA, but you can call me The Hoppy One.

A heady potion of Tomahawk, Saaz, and Amarillo hops, I deliver a punch of bold bitterness, lifted by citrusy grapefruit zest and chased with a spicy little wink. My pale blonde body shimmers with a slight haze, crowned in foam, and built for those who seek adventure in every sip. I’m not just an IPA — I’m a Belgian interpretation, wrapped in wonder and packed with 9% enchantment.

Pair me with wasabi, ginger, butter sauces, or pan-fried magic like chicken liver and lobster bisque. I’m here to awaken your palate — and maybe cast a little spell while I’m at it.