One of our most knowledgeable beer testers drank half a growler while writing up his review of Pliny the Elder. I thought the result was hilarious, so we’re posting it as is (with some clarification as needed). - Billy

Pliny is a piny, herbal, grapefruit party in your mouth and you’re glad everyone showed up, but no one else was invited (what?). The solid bitterness from the hops brings you to the edge of overwhelming before it rounds out all the bitter with an abundantly pleasant malt character. The hops dance in your mouth as long as you want before you return for another sip of the piny goodness. The smell alone could occupy your senses for an evening, but the beer would get cold (warm?) and who wants that?! Like a fine forest of earthy pine trees dropped into an estuary of tropical flowers and grapefruit trees [this sentence was amazing], the smell will challenge your senses as much as the complex flavor. [It's] everything an IIPA needs to be and absolutely should be. The only bad thing is the moment [that] whatever supply you have of this magical elixir [haha, yes!] comes to an end. The only question after that is “how can I get more?” I stayed up as late as I could and resisted brushing my teeth only to allow myself to remember the flavor as long as the hops wild allow…and it lasted til morning [that's a whole lot of honesty right there]. Blessed are the ones who were fortunate enough to smell me sweating out the Pliny at the gym in the am [the truth of this statement is in doubt].