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.

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.

Welcome to Queenstown, where the mountains are high, the thrills are higher, and apparently Churly thought jumping headfirst into a lake of hops sounded like a good idea. Cordless Bungy is our IPA brewed for the NZ IPA Challenge, a juicy plunge packed with lush NZ hops, soft tropical notes, and enough aroma to make your nose feel like it's free-falling at terminal velocity. Think big citrus, stone fruit, and sticky hop goodness, all wrapped up smoother than a tourist saying "yeah nah, I'm definitely doing the Nevis". One sip in and suddenly you're swan-diving off the Kawarau Bridge straight into an alpine pool filled entirely with liquid hop nectar.

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...

You know when a beer needs a generous sprinkle of hops? Well, Churly took that instruction very seriously and hasn't taken off those stupid sunglasses since. Channeling his inner Salt Bae, he's taken to the brewery floor with an outrageous wrist flick, showering this Hazy IPA with hops like they're the final flourish on the world's fanciest kebab. Mountains of juicy hops, soft malt, and enough tropical, citrusy goodness to make your mouth feel like it's been given the VIP treatment. Because apparently, simply adding hops wasn't enough, they had to be sprinkled, generously. Just don't ask him to do the salt. We've seen what happens when he gets carried away.

If at first you don't succeed, just name it version 1.0. Hop Geek IPA is an ode to geeking out on hops. This beer uses some of Behemoth's quintessential favourite hops, like Cryo Mosaic, Cryo Citra & El Dorado. Injecting some massive tropical and citrus flavours straight to your insular cortex. You're sure to love this IPA as much as they do. It has Churly's seal of approval.

Bro, do you even hop? Behemoth have been in the brewery absolutely hop maxxing, chasing alpha and stacking lupulin gains until this West Coast IPA reached peak bitterness performance. A fully optimised hop build engineered for maximum flavour output. We're talking dank aromas, citrus buffs, piney stat boosts and a crisp dry finish. Packed with enough hops to send your palate into beast mode, Hop Maxxing delivers a clean, classic West Coast IPA experience with more rizz than a fresh hop harvest and enough bite to make your tongue question its life choices. Whether you're a seasoned hop goblin or just starting your flavour arc, this one's an instant S-tier pull. No cap. All hops.

Behemoth have unleashed Hophemoth, this triple-threat Triple Hazy IPA comes in swinging with a mammoth 10% ABV, triple dry hopped until the tanks were basically begging for mercy. So big, it casts a shadow over the rest of the fridge. So much haze you'll need a map. So much hops you'll forget the map. With mammoth levels of NZ & American hops this beast has mighty levels of tropical fruit, stone fruit, and citrus flavours, this leaves nothing but satisfied drinkers in its wake. Big beer, big mammoth - bring snacks. Warning: May cause excessive high-fives and poor karaoke decisions.

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.

Chick-a chick-a yeah IPA, IPA This beer is flawless, check it, we couldn't quite decide what to name it when it was brewed and were deciding between this or Mohammad, don't worry that it doesn't even have a first name, it just says McHoppin! It's tight. It's made with Chinook, Simcoe, Nelson Sauvin and Vic Secret to bring you pine, pineapple, gooseberry and grapefruit. I hear they are putting extra hops in it. Booya!!

Nelsonian Rhapzody is a bold, hop-driven tribute to the Nelson region's world-class hop fields. Bursting with juicy aromatics and dank hop character, it delivers a classic West Coast-style bitterness balanced by vibrant fruit intensity. Bright and punchy on the palate, it finishes clean and satisfyingly dry, showcasing the precision and quality of locally sourced hops in a beer that's as expressive as it is refreshingly drinkable.

Introducing Pallet Wrecker! Or... was it meant to be Palette Wrecker? Ah well, too late now. Churly's already grabbed a sledgehammer and is tearing through pallets in the yard armed with a 250 IBU Double IPA. That's right, 250 IBUs. Completely unnecessary? Maybe. Ridiculously hoppy? Absolutely. Layers of resinous pine, sticky tropical fruit, punchy citrus and enough bitterness to make your taste buds file a workplace hazard report. Wait, hang on. Looking at the can again, this was definitely supposed to be as in wrecking your palate.