Drake’s Hopocalypse Double and Triple IPAs

Hypothetical situation: The world is ending. Maybe there’s a meteor careening toward earth, or our president poured Gatorade on all the crops because plants need electrolytes. Doesn’t matter why we’re all going down, the important thing is the end is near. What’s the last beverage you reach for? Is it a specific beer? A shot of Pappy? Kambucha? If I were smart, I’d drink a Nalgene of water to help flush my body and soul before meeting my maker, but in my heart, I know that if I only have minutes to live, I’m reaching for an IPA. Exactly which IPA is a matter of great internal debate, but Drake’s Brewing, out of California, is making a solid case that your end of days beer should be something from their Hopocalypse series, a trio of limited release, large format beers that consists of a Double IPA, a Triple IPA and a Hazy Double IPA. And the argument has merit: if you can only have one beer before you die, you might as well make it a big 22-ounce bomber. And why not make it 13% too? That’s just smart math.
I recently had a chance to knock back the Double and Triple IPAs in a back to back session (on a Monday) that made me think the end was in fact near the following morning. Here are my thoughts on both beers.
Hopocalyps Double IPA
This is one of those beers that gets its own holiday, Hopocalypse Day, in early February, when IPA nerds get all itchy and line up to score a fresh batch of a beer that Drake’s says holds a “devastating quantity of hops.” I can assure you, it’s not just marketing hype. Drake’s used Jarrylo, El Dorrado, Simcoe and Chinook hops to create a beautiful, West Coast palate scorcher of an IPA. If you’re merely IPA-curious, move along; this one is for professionals.
The beer pours a clean, copper orange and smells zesty, like you took a fingernail to a grapefruit rind and scratched into the oils that hide in the skin. The mouthfeel is both soft and fluffy (there’s wheat in the malt bill) and oily and resinous at the same time. There’s some fruit here, but it’s hidden beneath several stories of tingling, almost spicy, hop zest. I get notes of mellow melon, lemon rind and grapefruit. The backend has more bite than a teething toddler, and the booze (9.3% ABV) is noticeable, which makes me worried about popping open its Triple IPA counterpart. But I’m a professional, so…
Rating: 88