Meet Ira. He's not an IPA, not a Red Ale or some kind of pseudo-Scotch Ale, but a bit like all of them. Ira is... different. Ira doesn't go for sports, he's not interested in the school disco, but you should see his collection of vintage Spiderman. He plays a mean oboe, and his cactus garden is borderline scary. Sure, he's not the coolest beer style around, but beyond the socks and sandals Ira's having freaky thrills we can barely understand. Booze and IBUs, toffee pinecones, pineapple and dank. Is he weird? Or just a new kind of awesome?