BlackStack Clap Back DDH DIPA

BlackStack Clap Back DDH DIPA.

9 % ABV, ale, one pint, 16 ounces, BlackStack Brewing, St. Paul, MN. 

Another day at BlackStack, another DDH DIPA, or TIPA, or, sometimes, a QIPA...but let's stick with this one, for now. It came out a while ago, but only recently entered my possession. 

All hazed out, naturally, bright golden color, slim white head. 

In the nose: The tropical notes hit fruit, pineapple, passionfruit, papaya, all the sweetness that comes with it. Nothing but. Minor to non-existent bitterness. 

In the mouth: More sugary, tropical toned sweetness greets the lips and dances upon the palate. It rather dominates the proceedings. There's that unfiltered fuzz affecting the proceedings, and a modicum of malt. Lean bodied, and easy drinking, despite the booze, which is rising up in prominence, ever so surely. Sweet turns to sharp, alcohol rises, senses begin the dulling. It's a tasty treat, if a bit one-dimensional. Once again, I must admit that I am one who likes them on the dry, bitter, brittle side, and this is one who ain't. 

And, again, the copy on the back is a bit bewildering: 

AT BLACKSTACK, WE TRY TO REMEMBER THAT every good ending deserves a twist. 

*CLAP*

So put it together for this happy ending,

*CLAP*

Our Hand Selected STRATA, Cashmere & Cashmere Cryo IN EVEN LARGER CHAMPIONSHIP GAME, MOVIE MONTAGE PROPORTIONS.

*CLAP*

SO POUR ONE OUT FOR THE UNDERDOG WHO SHOWED A LOT OF HEART, BUT STILL LOST, AND THE OVERBEARING DAD WHO LEARNS THAT WINNING REALLY ISN’T EVERYTHING.

*CROWD GOES F%*$ING WILD*

I've found that "hand selected" is being used more and more these days to separate,  I suppose, these rarified brewers from the ones who end their calls with "just send us whatever shit you got, I don't give a fuck."