No one, and I mean no one, east of the Rockies churns out amazing IPA's like Three Floyds. Give these guys their hop allotment and it's go time. They can brew imperial IPA's with one hand tied behind their back as reaffirmed by their Rye'da Tiger imperial rye IPA. I wish every rye IPA succeeded to this level although it's rather unfair to so classify this. The rye presence here is lighter than most such attempts at the style. Joe Rye Brewer usually bulks up on the rye the way fast food titans deluge your burger with salt. Your beer ends up tasting like deli bread. The FFF boys know better.
They keep the rye light and overwhelm it with citrusy hops that blitz your palate with citrus fervor. Grapefruit, tangerine, and mango are dominant. There's a dollop of sweet malts on the finish, too, to give it just enough "balance". But this beer's not meant to be a calm, even affair. It's a hop war, a tongue assault with hops the size of Panzer tanks. As for the rye, it's not a silent partner, just a junior one. Rye brings a spiciness to this beer and a bit of grainy bread at the end, adding further complexity. Color-wise it's a light amber, and it has a moderate mouthfeel with lots of prickly carbonation. Still, the real story here is raging hops as the FFF boys proclaim as much with your every sip.
4.4 of 5 stars.