Total Score: 6.3/10
Juicy As Fuck India Pale Ales latest cousin: Juicy As Fuck Fuck (???) the Red India Pale Ale has arrived from Ross, aka Bacchus Brewing, the purveyor of some of the maddest and coolest fermented beverages ever created on these shores of ‘Stralya (aka Australia). Am I excited? Well, yes, of course I am! So what is Juicy As Fuck Fuck the Red India Pale – otherwise known as JAFF the RIPA? JAFF the RIPA is both a pun name based on possibly the most famous serial killer known, and a New England style Red IPA. So think Modus Former Tenant with a ton of yeast in the glass – only this time it’s been filtered… perhaps the second ‘F’ in the name stands for ‘Filtered’? Only Ross knows…
Poured from a 500ml bottle into a nonic pint.
A: Still cloudy, despite the filtering, though it’s not totally opaque – there’s a visible side to the bottom of this glass. Deep caramel red-tinged body with a compacted beige head that lingers for a while. 8/10.
S: Toffee/caramel notes upfront… I must admit this was bottled in July 17, hence the probable lack of hops due to hop fade – sorry Ross, I had a backlog. Fruit cake and medicinal notes, I can’t imagine this was as intended, and unfortunately the nature of modern American IPAs, and indeed American Red IPAs, is that they need to be drunk as close to the brew date as possible – quite an irony when you consider that English IPAs were designed for long sea voyages. 6/10.
T: Toffee and caramel. In spades, with hints of fruit cake, medicinal herbs and a funky mango character. I can only dream of what this would have been like when it was first brewed: Glorious. Now that the hops have faded it is a malt shell of toffee and caramel, a husk of fruit cake and medicinal herbs, upon a bed of evaporated visions. Shame, but I know now this stuff happens when hops fade. 6/10.
M: Body is good though – medium and textured with a medium dense carbonation backing it up. 8/10.
D: As it currently is, is it drinkable? Not really. However I will preface that NEIPAs do not bode well with aging. Less so than any other IPA style. This is probably the reason why The Alchemist’s Heady Topper isn’t shipped from the state of Vermont – it wouldn’t, rather ironically, survive the voyage outside the state. Fresh is best, the dilemma of the bottleshop owners across the globe. For me, this is one funky ride I wouldn’t sign up for again – the next JAF I have will be fresh. 6/10.
Food match: Can’t match this in its current state, sorry peeps.