RUPEE – PREMIUM IPA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • TYPE: IPA
  • BREWERY: Dorchester Brewing Co.
  • LOCATION: Boston, MA
  • CONTAINER: 4-Pack 16 oz. Cans 
  • COST:11.99 – Total Wine, Hobe Sound, FL
  • ABV: 5.4% ABV
  • RATING: 4-Swigs
  • REVIEWED BY: Dave

I didn’t pick the Rupee IPA.  The four-pack nudged itself to the front of the shelf the way some stories sidle up—uninvited, persistent, already convinced it belongs in your hand.

I was just walking past, minding my list, when the cans shifted with the soft clatter of aluminum clearing its throat. A little shuffle forward. A subtle lean. The kind of movement you pretend you didn’t see because acknowledging it means you’re committed to whatever weirdness comes next.

The packaging glowed that burnished, river-bottom copper, and I swore I heard the sound of fingers moiling through a pile of gold coins. I reached for it, and the plastic handle warmed under my fingers, as if relieved I’d finally noticed.

Back home, after several hours being chilled in my garage beer fridge, first can opened with a sigh heavy as monsoon air.

First sip:
Smooth—almost suspiciously so. Not the hop-crunch of modern IPAs that brag their bitterness from across the room. More of a gentlemanly bow from an ale that had crossed oceans in wooden crates and come back with stories it didn’t tell all at once.

Second sip:
The room tipped a degree toward the past. I heard the creak of rigging, the far-off argument of gulls, and the steady, heartbeat thump of waves against the hull. Either the beer was whispering history or my imagination had slipped its leash again. Hard to tell. I’ve followed stranger trails sober.

Third sip:
The bitterness stayed tucked away, letting a quiet, polished finish glide in like a seasoned traveler stepping off a long voyage, dusting off salt and holding onto dignity. Somewhere, I pictured the world-renowned brewer—one hand in old Britain, one in old India—tuning hop notes the way a luthier coaxes harmony from stubborn wood.

By the fourth sip, the can felt heavier. Not in ounces, but in meaning—ballast from a century-old route, a faint ghost of a sailor who’d hitched a ride into a modern refrigerator.

I set the can down.
It exhaled.
I might have, too.

Rupee IPA didn’t just put the India back in India Pale Ale.
It put the voyage back—the patience, the quiet grit, the long horizon. A beer that walks softly but carries its past like a compass.

When I tossed the empty into recycling, I swear the remaining cans nudged closer together, as if plotting their next move.

THEIR STORY: 

The IPAs of today trace their origin to the 19th century British India.  Ales enjoyed then were less hoppy & bitter than today.  When shipping beer to India via ship, brewers in Britain realized adding in more hops naturally preserved the beer to help make the six month voyage.  As a result, the taste became more hoppy & bitter, like the popular IPAs of today.  Our world-renound master beer brewer has crafted a British-Indian style ale with a subtle hop character & smooth finish.  Rupee is putting the India back in India Pale Ale.

The Pursuit

  • TYPE: IPA
  • BREWERY: Six Point, 
  • LOCATION: Brooklyn, NY
  • CONTAINER: 6 pack cans
  • COST: $11.99
  • ABV: 6.4
  • RATING: 4 Swigs
  • REVIEWED BY: Dave

It was just past 9:33 PM, where the road feels more like a memory than a direction. I’d just left Total Wine in West Palm Beach and the cashier wanted to see my ID–– weird, ’cause I’m well past the expiration date. The cans hissed a little in the bag, as she slid them my way.

I was halfway through the DMZ along A1A approaching Hobe Sound, when I saw him: thumb out, no coat, no skin. Just a skeleton, upright and hopeful, standing in the beam of my headlights like he’d been waiting specifically for me.

I slowed down. Not out of charity. Curiosity. Or maybe the IPA whispering from the passenger seat: Pick him up. Let’s get weird.

He climbed in like it was his car. Seatbelt clicked out of habit or muscle memory—I couldn’t tell which. I could see the cresent moon through the gaps in his ribcage.

“Thanks,” he said, voice like dry leaves caught in a storm drain. “Not a lot of folks stop these days.”

“You get ghosted a lot?” I asked.

“Ha. Good one,” he said, then pointed to the six-pack. “The Pursuit, huh? Smooth from start to finish.”

“You know it?”

“Loved it when I had a liver,” he said. “Still do. Phantom tastebuds, maybe.”

We drove in silence for a mile or two, the IPA calling my name. I cracked one open. The carbonation fizzed like a second opinion. I offered him a can. He took it, held it to where his mouth used to be, and I swear I heard him sigh with satisfaction.

“You know,” he said, turning to me, “you look familiar.”

“That’s comforting.”

“No, really. You feel familiar. Like I’ve worn you before.”

I squinted over at him. “You’re not one of those past life types, are you?”

“More like… previous tenant,” he said. “I recognize the skeleton.”

I nearly swerved. “You’re telling me—”

“Not you, exactly. Just the bones. Borrowed, repurposed, shuffled around. We’re all part of the long game, buddy. I wore that tibia back in 1826. Hell of a winter. Lost it on a bet.”

I didn’t know what to say. So I took a sip. Damn, this IPA was smooth.

“Look,” he said, setting the can in the cupholder like it mattered, “I’m just glad to see it’s still being put to good use. And I gotta say, we both have excellent taste. You, me, and The Pursuit—that’s a trinity I can get behind.”

I nodded. “You ever get the feeling that beer is a kind of spiritual currency?”

He grinned. Or maybe he just defaulted to that expression. “Buddy, I’m the spiritual. You’re the currency.”

He asked to be let out by the old train depot, the one that was stolen for half a century before being returned to its rightful place.  I pulled over. He got out, left the can behind, half empty—or maybe half full. Depends who you ask.

Before I drove off, I asked, “You need anything else?”

He gave a bony shrug. “I’m good. Just out here, chasing old bones and better beers.”

Then he vanished—just a shimmer, like heat off pavement.

I finished that can on the way home. It was smooth. From start to finish.

THEIR STORY: Beer is Culture

RESIN – DIPA

  • TYPE: DIPA
  • BREWERY: Six Point Brewery
  • LOCATION: Brooklyn, NY
  • CONTAINER: Six pack cans
  • COST: $13.00
  • ABV: 9.1
  • RATING: 5 Swigs
  • REVIEWED BY: Dave

“Absolutely incredible! That first sip of this DIPA is pure delight – smooth and without a hint of bitterness. It takes me back to my days in NYC, exploring various craft breweries in Brooklyn and stumbling upon Six Point. I’ve tried several beers from them before, all above average, but this DIPA stands out as a true winner. It’s earned a permanent spot in my garage fridge. The taste is beyond description, surpassing any IPA or DIPA I’ve ever had. Plus, with its 9.1 ABV, it’s a real knockout. Wow!”

THEIR STORY: We remember our first sip of Hoppy beer, do you?  Nearly spit it out. Now we fantasize about this stuff.  Thinking about those Hop Cones… bursting with juice… Ripe as all Hell…makes you look forward to that first RESIN…. All Day Long.

GIGGLE SHARK

  • TYPE: IPA
  • BREWERY: Brewed & Packaged by Big Storm Brewing Co. for 5 Branches Brewing
  • LOCATION: Tarpon Springs, FL
  • CONTAINER: 1 Pint, 16 oz. 4-pack cans
  • COST: $13.49 (Total Wine)
  • ABV: 7.2 ABV
  • RATING: 5 swigs
  • REVIEWED BY: Dave

I was flitting the isles of Total Wine, deep into the Florida Craft Beer section and reached up for a 4-pack of Giggle Shark when I was clipped by a shopping cart, spinning me around where I knocked my noggin on the post and slid down onto the floor in a semi-conscious state.  I knew other shoppers were around me, whispering to each other if I was okay.  It got interesting, so I played the unconscious part to hear the the rest of it.

They were talking about drinking a Giggle Shark, a refreshing awesome start leading into a citrus minded middle that carried you through to a craving finish.  “A keeper,” they said.

Then I came to, grabbed a couple of 4-packs and was on my way.  

THEIR STORY: 

Taken directly from their website – “5 Branches Brewing is a veteran owned and operated nanobrewery located in Tarpon Springs Florida. Approaching retirement after full-time careers in the Air Force and Army, fellow service members Ramey Simpson and Jerry Brown decided to pool their resources and launch a modest brewery they could operate after leaving the military.

In November 2019, they officially opened 5 Branches Brewing. The name pays homage to the five branches of the military – the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines and Coast Guard. The brewery proudly supports the veteran community. They give back to the community by donating to many veteran charities and projects and continue to give back whenever possible. The brewery slogan is “Every Beer Has a Story”. Our mission is to create unique, clean, crisp, craft beer using quality ingredients, innovation, fun and creativity, while supporting and honoring all service members.

Ramey is a 24 year Air Force Veteran that retired July 1st 2021. He is the owner/operator of 5 Branches Brewing. In 2019 he founded 5 Branches Brewing with Jerry.

Jerry is a 27 year Army Veteran still currently serving. He is the owner/Lead Brewer of 5 Branches Brewing. In 2019 he founded 5 Branches Brewing with Ramey.”

BOMP

 

  • TYPE: Berliner Weisse Style Ale
  • BREWERY: Coppertail Brewing Company
  • LOCATION: Tampa, FL
  • CONTAINER: 12 oz Can
  • COST: $9.99 per six pack Bottles
  • ABV: 3.5%
  • RATING: 3 Swigs
  • REVIEWED BY: Dave

This beer had everything going for it…. Blood Orange, Mango and Passionfruit.  Everything but the taste, for me.  A disclaimer: I am not a huge fan of Weisse beers.  But it was recommended and the other recommendations from the same person had been spot on.  This beer had a very sharp bitterness of Citrus peel and it was hard to get past it.  I like tart but this was beyond tart.  I kept thinking there would be something of a finish but it was so held down it never surfaced.    This one will stay in the beer fridge until my brother-in-law comes over.  He is a Weisse Citrus guy and will probably love it.

 

THEIR STORY:  A Florida Weisse is a decidedly more flavored take on the tart, wheat beer originally brewed in German, called Berliner Weisse.  We create the sharp tart flavors in our brew kettle just as they originally did in Berlin, but as the beer matures we add loads of fresh fruit or other flavors to create a taste profile that is distinctly Floridian.

 

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