Bach Brewing have been on the hops again... their Simon has conjured up a bright filtered West Coast IPA, laden with Nelson Sauvin, Rakau, Simcoe and El Dorado hops, all nestled on juicy Gladfield malts. 6.8% ABV.

Over at Bach they've been on the hops... as usual, blended with some lazy times at the beach. Nothing Lazy about a hazy but. Brewed for longer, with London Fog yeast, a massive load of vibrant hops including Zythos, Ahhhroma, Mosaic, Citra, and Simcoe, and extra juicy - Golden Promise malts. 6.5% ABV.

Why use a stick of dynamite when a party popper will do the trick? Eazy Hazy brings the colour and spark while keeping things nicely chilled. Succulent US hops deliver lime, passionfruit, and hints of coconut around a creamy, rolled-wheat base to balance the zesty bitter finish.

The Balter XPA will hit your taste buds with tropical and floral aromatics along with a fruity palette. This brew is for those who enjoy an easy to drink, fully-hopped beer.

Beck's is to this day brewed according to Reinheitsgebot - the German Purity Law - and states that only 4 natural ingredients can be used in its brewing, barley, hops, yeast and water. Beck's is full of character and instantly recognisable by its pure, crisp and fresh taste, with a slightly bitter aroma.

Like walking into the kitchen where the sweet smell of freshly baked apricot pie hits you like a warm hug? Yeah, that's this. But with a wild, rebellious twist, bold, zesty, and a little cheeky. Apricot Pie is a sour ale world with a soft, fruity finish that'll leave you both smiling and salivating. It's like your Nana's apron-wearing hands got their brew on, crafting a pie with a little extra "kick". It's unapologetically fruity, this ain't no typical sweet treat. Apricot Pie is here to twist your taste buds and steal your heart, one tart, juicy sip at a time.

Mosaic and Citra Hopped. Lower in alcohol than our usual Hazy IPAs and stupidly easy to drink. Like pouring smiles on your brain.

Behemoth's signi-chur beer. This is NZ hops in a bottle or glass. A tropical hop fruit salad if you will. A refreshing bitterness that makes you want to come back for another sip or gulp. This beer is all about having a great flavour packed bigger tasting beer and enjoying the churness of good friends and family. Chur!

Hot Dogs and Hazy IPA's, what's not to love? This beer was originally brewed especially for Behemoth's 1st Annual Hot Dog eating contest at Rogue and Vagabond for the Road to Beervana in Wellington. This beer uses Citra Hops and Citra Cryo Hops to create a tropical, citrus, refreshing IPA. It does go down well after a hot dog. It also goes down well after 12 hot dogs. Or, well dammit, it goes down well if you have had no hot dogs. Feel free to have as many or as little hot dogs as you please. Please note, this beer contains no hot dogs as that would just be gross.

In Ya Face Double IPA is not here to fornicate with arachnids. Loaded with an absolutely ridiculous amount of bold, brash, unapologetically in-your-face hops from the good ol' US of A, this beer doesn't do subtle. It does LOUD. It does INTENSE. It does "Oh wow, I just got slapped in the face with hops, and I think I liked it." Let's be real, this is not the kind of beer you sip daintily at a poetry reading. It's the beer you reach for when you want your flavour turned up to eleven and your senses thoroughly awakened.

You can't code this. Yeah, it's hop bliss. You can't miss this. You just can't resist. My, my, my, my juicy hits me so hard. Makes me type on my keyboard. Thank you for blessin' me with a friend to celebrate his forty. He loves a good beer and he's always down. A super dope homeboy from the stars & stripes town. And Jason's known as such. And this is a beer to show you mean so much. I told you homeboy (You can't program this) Yeah, these hops are hazy and ya know (You can't IMAP this). Look in my eyes, man (You can't cache this). Bro, your work day's done? (You can have this) Stop, Danner time!

An American IPA, sure to make your day I'm your source of hop-seduction. Veins that pump with beer, crisp, hoppy, clear. Here's our San Quentin Edition: Taste me, you will see. Hops are all you need. Dedicated to, How I'm serving you. Hops pouring faster, Trust the brewmaster. The news forecaster, Sings obey your maltster, maltster. Master of puppets, we're drinking like kings. Smiles on your brain and dry hopping your dreams. Too many of me, you can't see a thing. Just call my name 'an pause your daydream Master, master Churly's my name 'this IPA is supreme Master, master. Churly's my name 'this IPA is supreme.