Review: Collective Arts Ransack the Universe IPA

Review of Collective Arts Ransack the Universe IPA from Collective Arts Brewing in Hamilton, ON, Canada.

Beer Type: IPA  ABV: 6.8%  IBUs: 85  Tried from can.

Their Description: “Galaxy hops from Myrtleford, Victoria in Australia and Mosiac hops from Yakima, Washington, USA deliver aromas and flavors of tropical fruits, mango and citrus. Light Malt body lets the hops shine through, and finishes crisp but not bitter. A hemispheric hop mashup.”

The Reality: This beer pours a deep orange color that is mostly clear, and has a bright piney scent with hints of citrus. The flavor starts with a touch of smooth malt up front followed by a mix of moderate pine and resin tones that don’t overwhelm and are not too bitter. Very well balanced, with only the lightest of fruit hints and no lingering aftertaste. This beer does finish crisp and clean, as they mention, but is lacking in the “tropical fruits, mango and citrus” stated, although this beer is just as enjoyable without it. I can’t argue that this beer is a “hemispheric hop mashup”, because that’s just basic geography.

Final Verdict: It’s nice to drink an IPA that incorporates some of the more bitter elements of IPAs without having the beer itself be too bitter, and without leaving a bitter aftertaste on my tongue for a fortnight. This beer is clean and crisp, quite drinkable, and does have very subtle fruit and malt tones to round the whole thing out. Make no mistake, the hops are the shining star of this beer, but they still keep their egos in check, which is more than I can say for Michael Bay and his desire to ruin my childhood. Yes, I get it, he directed a great movie (The Rock) and one fairly entertaining movie (Armageddon), and then decides he’s going to reinvent two great animated franchises (Transformers & Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) just because he thinks he know better than everyone else. Hell, maybe he just gets off on it, who knows? What’s next, a live-action ThunderCats movie where their home planet is destroyed by an environmental disaster instead of by the Sword of Plun-Darr, and where the villain isn’t a mummified sorcerer, but really just a greedy billionaire with a bandage fetish?