Supremely bitter and very much to the point, this tongue numbing unfiltered IPA simulates the sensation of having a bushel of barbed and bruised hop flowers dragged firmly across your taste buds and cheeks. I'm not entirely sure how the brewmaster responsible was able to do it, but this single India Pale has more buck, growl and bite than any number of Double IPA's you care you mention. If you like razorblade sharp hoppy brews and you find yourself in NYC, you should stop by a Heartland and give this a try, heck buy a growler to take home.