It is commonly said that drinking beer is like pouring smiles on your brain. Behemoth would have to agree that a great beer does make their brain happy! So, they thought they would take their love for Hazy IPAs and bring that down to a slightly more session-able Hazy Pale Ale; still loads of hops and loads of juiciness, but a bit more moderate on the alcohol. Turn that frown upside down and pour some smiles on your brain.

Show us the hop! The hop! Now, you listen here! He's not a hop. He's a very naughty boy! Now, go away! Who are you?! I'm the brewer. That's who. Behold the brewer! Hail to thee, brewer of Brian! Blessed art thou Well - Now, don't think you can get around me like that. It's not coming out yet, and that's my final word. Now, shove off! No! Did you hear what I said? Yes! Oh, I see. It - it's like that, is it? Yes! Ohh. Oh, all right, then. Here's an absolutely delicious Fresh Hop West Coast IPA that'll start a following and have you singing its blessings. Using fresh NZ Rhapzody that's unashamedly unique, with flavours of stonefruit, tropical and citrus flavours that'll hit your tastebuds slightly different depending on who you are, because we're all individuals, and we're all different, well, except for Dennis.

Ohhoh ohhhhhh, Alright. Pale Ale modified 400kg, Watermelon washed over me, oh yeah Over malt and hop allies. Watch it drift through hazy skies. Tank rolls out, beer flows in. Let our ale inside begin to glow. Let it brew into something beautiful. Something beautiful, yeah, yeah. Come on just Cool me, cool me, Cool me down. Watermelon, Cool me down, Cool me, cool me, Cool me down. When you're brewing the ultimate summer beer, you call in the ultimate summer band. So we teamed up with The Black Seeds, masters of sunshine vibes to create Cool Me Down, a Watermelon Hazy Pale Ale, that tastes exactly like summer feels.

Well it's back, it's that time again, seriously, how?. This label is not big enough to name all the stupid things he has said and done. But it's time to dump the Cheeto Jebus, Angry Creamsicle, Captain Chaos, Cadet Bone Spurs, Orange Julius, Rome Burning in Man Form, Screaming Carrot Demon, Worlds ugliest toy troll, Godzilla with Less Foreign Policy Experience, Tangerine Tornado, Creep Throat, Trumple-thin-skin, (Hold Me Closer) Tiny Hand Sir, Drumpf, Fface Von Clownstick. So since this blurb has nearly been taken up with Trumps accurate nicknames let Behemoth tell you about the beer. Behemoth have got a massive West Coast IPA and loaded it hops. Think pineapple, grapefruit, pine and some awesome tropical flavours and aromas. Surely this will be the last time...

Let me tell you something my friend, hops are a dangerous thing, hops can drive a person insane, got no use on the inside, better get used to that. It comes down to a simple choice. Get busy hopping or get busy... Well not hopping. That's goddamn right! Remember hops are a good thing, maybe the best of things, and good things never die. In honour of what may be the best movie ever made Behemoth make this West Coast IPA using their favourite NZ, Aussie and US hops. Malty, but dry and bitter, everything you could want in a West Coast IPA. I hope these hops were as green as they have been in my dreams. I hope...

Oh boy, what do we have here! Hauled into the Brewery as fast as Behemoth could muster on a blue pallet. A Fresh Hop West Coast IPA bursting with the glorious powers of Claytons trial hop CIP 076, a hop so juicy it practically fell out of the orchard and into the kettle. Expect a wave of ripe orange, peach, nectarine and mango, backed up by a cheeky little earthy bite that reminds you these hops were happily living on the vine not long ago. It's fresh, punchy, and brighter than whoever came up with these puns... Harvest is in full swing, so grab and enjoy - fresh is best!

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!

Paloma Pale Ale, the ultimate summer smasher! Behemoth took the juicy, zesty vibes of a Paloma cocktail (grapefruit, lime, a splash of agave) and crashed it headfirst into a crisp, hoppy Pale Ale. A beer that's as refreshing as cannonballing into the pool after a BBQ and as fun as Churly trying to dance in jandals. Bursting with citrus, light on its feet, and begging for another sip, this one's made for long afternoons, hot evenings, and summer shenanigans. Sip it, smash it (respectfully of course), and let the good times roll.

Behehmoth's nod to the Pacific Northwest, green as hell, outdoors-obsessed, and unapologetically into good beer. Crisp, snappy and hopped with West Coast confidence, this pilsner walks the line between classic refreshment and modern bite. Clean malt backbone, bright citrusy hops, and a dry finish that'll have you reaching for one more faster than someone correcting you on how to pronounce Willamette (dammit). Whether arguing about donuts (or the spelling of it), or just sitting in a park pretending you're not judging everyone else's beer choice, Churly's got you with this one!

Enter the realm of the Sauvin Slayer, a formidable Double IPA crafted that's ready to claim the palates of hop enthusiasts everywhere. Behemoth have unleashed an avalanche of New Zealand's most tantalising hop, fresh off the vine Nelson Sauvin, in a Double NZ IPA that's designed to drag you to the other side of hoppiness. No drying, no waiting just pure, green Nelson Sauvin captured at peak harvest. Think big, dank, tropical fruits with fresh cut gooseberries. This is Sauvin in its freshest, wildest form, bright, green, and unapologetically bold. Beware! You may be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the reaper.

You need people like me so you can point your fingers and say, 'That's the beer guy' You wanna drink with me? Okay. You wanna Hazy IPA? Okay. Say Hello To My Hoppy Friend! A Hazy IPA that kicks the door in, lights up the room, and tells bitterness to take a seat. This one's loud, plush and unapologetic. Big juicy hop aromas come at you fast, think ripe tropical fruit, citrus peel, and a little green swagger crammed full of Riwaka all wrapped up in a soft, hazy body that goes down smoother than a Miami night deal. Low bitterness, high attitude.