Perennial took their base IPA and stuffed in a trifecta of dank cryo-processed hops. The result is a stiff can of pineapple juice with a pillowy-soft finish that will leave you asking for more. Take a cold-weather hike and lay down on a bed of pine boughs. Blanket yourself in candied apricots, mandarin zest, and tuck in under a monster pile of leaves. Reminds us of building blanket forts so big you can get lost inside them.