Joy Rider
Our local crowd favourite. An approachable APA with English Style Malts supporting classic American Hops. ✌️ World Famous in Wanaka. ✌️ Hops: Cascade, Amarillo, Mosaic and Simcoe. (Brewer's Clarex Used)
More 'Murica than a fake tan and frosted tips, this APA packs more horsepower than a '68 Camero cruising down the open road to Flavortown. Under the hood of this freedom powered beast you'll find a punchy bitterness rounded off with a balanced malt profile. Classic american hops Citra, Centennial and Simcoe keep her running smooth, and Zythos adds a zesty citrus punch on the finish. Welcome to Flavortown baby. Yee-Haw!
Slightly toasty character with a pleasant bitterness, grapefruit and citrus flavors
A wise man once said “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere.” A Nelson Sauvin/Simcoe duo bring fruity and piny notes with a bit of zing and some mellow, light malts to match.You just need to pull up a seat, kick your feet up after a hard day and Chillax.
Enjoy a balanced malty backbone with bold American hops, leaving you craving more. Notes of malt, grapefruit, lemon and mandarin.
This APA has a golden shade of orange with a bright white head. The aroma is fruity, citrus and hints of passionfruit. This is a very easy drinking full flavoured tropical fruit pale ale.
Deep gold with piercing piney bitterness and citrus hop flavours, Raptor is an assertive throwback to the recent past.
Slippery slope is a clean ale with the addition of amplified rakau to give it a punchy peach edge. Brewed at a chilly temp for that crisp mountain taste.
Brewed in cahoots with our crispy, spicy mates at Peach's Hot Chicken (yes, seriously), this American Pale Ale is made for sittin’, sippin’, and snackin’. At a perfectly sessionable strength, Porch Pounder brings the hoppy goods without knocking you off your rocking chair. Aromatic, citrus’y and flavourful, it’s the ultimate sidekick to a plate of hot fried chicken—with just enough bitterness to cut through the grease and enough malt to cool the heat. Churly reckons it’s the kind of beer you pound while perched on a sun-warmed deck, watching the clouds roll by, crispy drumstick in one hand and a cold can in the other. It’s a match made in mouth-watering heaven.
