Leave your thirst in the dust with Breakaway Radler, the quintessential refreshment of German cyclists. A splash of zesty lemon and lime makes this crisp lager even more thirst-quenching, whether you're on your first lap, or your last.

Sometimes you just need to drop anchor, cast a line, and take in the sea breeze. This luscious and refreshing hazy pale ale invites you to cool off among juicy waves of stone fruit, tropical notes, citrus, and pine in this maritime marriage of NZ and US hops. Leave the shoreline behind, and spend some time on the sea.

This high voltage beer is guaranteed to electrify the senses. The intense bitterness and fruity, resinous hops might shock the taste buds, but there's enough smooth, caramelly malt in the mix to prevent you from blowing a fuse.

Take the drop into this West Coast Pilsner, a radical ride of bright, refreshing, punchy hops. The Drop amps up what 8 Wired love about Pilsners, carving up a refreshing and crisp beer to quench even the thirstiest surfer. Start paddling, here it comes!

Bach Brewing have been on the hops again... dreaming of lazy days at the beach, surfing, siesta's, cold pilsner and bbq's. Brewed with crisp pilsner malts and loaded with a generous dose of dry hops including Nelson Sauvin, Simcoe, Citra and El Dorado, and cold conditioned for a smoother mouthfeel.

Over at Bach they've been on the hops again... feeling the effects of exuberant seasonal socialising; Good time for a Cloud Break! Smooth as silk, juicy and bursting with tropical refreshment from iconic hops including Mosaic, Citra, Zythos and Azacca, all nestled on their signature Gladfield malt. It's bound to put some dragon in your mojo.

Over at Bach they've been on the hops again... contemplating a treasure island holiday, or brew up another hazy IPA and stay local paradise. Easy decision eh. Chocker full of citrus and tropical fruit aroma hops including Citra, Nelson Sauvin, Idaho-7, and brand new Freestyle Manilita, on a juicy Gladfield malt base.

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...

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.