Every once in a while, we find ourselves down a rabbit hole with some with some old friends. Hazy airs and half-remembered visions of hop skulls and half-eaten sandwiches and disembodies eyeballs waft through our collective consciousnesses. And somehow, everything coalesces around a pint of hypnotically aromatic IPA.

Lean in for a dose of hop magic, and invoke orange creamsicle candies, peach Jolly Ranchers, and hints of coconut pie.