Little House Brewing Company's Ode to Hop Masochism
In the ever-escalating world of craft beer, where brewers seem to compete in a clandestine Olympics of hop abuse, Little House Brewing Company has tossed their hat into the ring with the audacity of a streaker at the Super Bowl. Enter "My Safe Word Is Double IPAs," a brew so unapologetically hop-forward, it makes you wonder if the brewmaster was raised by a pack of wild hops in the dense forests of the Pacific Northwest.
First, let's talk about the name. "My Safe Word Is Double IPAs" isn't just a beer; it's a cry for help disguised as a clever marketing ploy. It suggests a level of commitment to the hop cause that borders on fanaticism, a willingness to push the boundaries of bitterness until even the most devout hopheads are tapping out and whispering their safe word to bartenders.
Double IPAs, for the uninitiated, are the craft beer equivalent of extreme sports: not for everyone, but for those who partake, a thrilling ride that's equal parts exhilarating and terrifying. Little House Brewing Company, in naming their concoction, has effectively thrown down the gauntlet, daring drinkers to dive into the hoppy abyss and see if they emerge unscathed.
Upon first sip, "My Safe Word Is Double IPAs" assaults the palate with the subtlety of a freight train made entirely of hops. It's as if the brewer, in a moment of divine inspiration (or madness), decided that what the world really needed was a beer that could double as palate sandpaper. The bitterness is so profound, so all-encompassing, that you might find yourself questioning not just your beer choices, but your life choices.
But it's not all pain and no gain. Beneath the initial hop onslaught lies a complex layering of flavors—citrus, pine, a hint of floral notes—that serve as a gentle reminder that, yes, there is beauty in the world, even if it's currently being overshadowed by the equivalent of a hoppy uppercut to the jaw.
"My Safe Word Is Double IPAs" is not just a beer; it's a challenge. It's Little House Brewing Company's way of saying, "Think you love hops? Prove it." It's for the beer drinker who views their liver as a worthy adversary, the kind of person who hears "this might be too much" and thinks "challenge accepted."
In conclusion, "My Safe Word Is Double IPAs" is a testament to the craft beer industry's ongoing flirtation with excess. It's a beer that walks the fine line between genius and insanity, daring drinkers to follow it into the hop-laden darkness. So here's to Little House Brewing Company, for creating a beer that's as bold as it is bitter, as daunting as it is delicious. May your safe word be on the tip of your tongue, but may you never feel the need to use it. Cheers, or as the true hop masochists might say, "More, please."
Cheers you, silly Bastards!
