Tuesday, June 24th, 2025

Peaks & Pints Black Plague Beer Flight

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Imagine, if you will, a brewery born not in polished labs or sterile boardrooms but hewn from concrete, sweat, and raw, skate-scarred ambition—a place where plague doctors toast with IPA and misfits finally find their temple. Welcome to Black Plague Brewing, the Oceanside haunt conjured into existence in 2017 by ex-pro skater Jordan Hoffart and his beer‑alchemy comrade Jarred Doss, who didn’t just launch a brand—they forged one, with welding torches, DIY bravado, and a gothic snarl. This isn’t your uncle’s brewery. No, here you’ll find Tony Hawk–infused collaborations (yes, Tony freaking Hawk), punk shows in cavernous taprooms, milk stouts that taste like Samoa cookies, and a vibe thick with smoke machines, community reverence, and just enough darkness to make it holy. It’s rebellious, romantic, medievally mystical—and entirely Southern Californian in its refusal to play it safe. Even their setbacks (RIP North Park taproom) come wrapped in the noble patina of a band that toured too hard, too fast, and still came home to play another show. Peaks & Pints presents a Tuesday flight of Black Plague beer called Peaks & Pints Black Plague Beer Flight.

Peaks & Pints Black Plague Beer Flight

Black Plague Eternal Summer

7.3% ABV

Eternal Summer West Coast IPA, Black Plague Brewing’s glimmering, resin-laced love letter to hop worship, arrives like a sun-scorched sermon for the IPA-devout — brewed in cosmic cahoots with Tarantula Hill, no less. This isn’t your gentle beach beer, darling. This is a crystalline beast built on a clean altar of 2-row and white wheat, the perfect sacrament for unleashing an unapologetically dry, pine-lashed, citrus-hypnotized storm of West Coast ferocity. It’s a beer that bites, winks, and evaporates like a rebellious sunset—fast, bold, and unforgettable. Grab a can, preferably with a soundtrack of Queens of the Stone Age and desert wind, and remember: summer doesn’t last, but that dry finish sure does.

Black Plague Open Mind Hazy IPA

6.8% ABV

Open Mind Hazy IPA is a juicy, neon incantation brewed for the curious, the untamed, and the gloriously weird. It’s a tropical fever dream spun from Mosaic, Nelson, and Krush hops, flooding the senses with passionfruit, peach, mango, melon, and stone fruit like a fruit stand caught in a rave. The malt base—Two-Row with flaked and malted oats—gives it a velvety mouthfeel, a lush cloud your taste buds can nap in. It pours like golden fog and smells like summer having a psychedelic moment, while the taste lands in that perfect zone between West Coast bite and pillowy East Coast haze. There’s balance here, clarity amid chaos, a sweetness that never turns sticky, and a bitterness that whispers instead of screams. Named for the free-thinkers, Open Mind is less a beer and more a state of being—vibrant, thoughtful, and just rebellious enough to leave you grinning.

Black Plague Ultra Violet

7.3% ABV

Ultra Violet is not just a beer—it’s a West Coast mindquake in a can, a golden, glassy exorcism of haze and hesitation brewed in unholy union between Black Plague and the flavor alchemists at Bottle Logic. This is no soft, cuddly IPA—it’s a lean, bright, citrus-laced stiletto that slices through your palate with pinpoint precision. Built on a base of Two-Row and white wheat malt—clean, stripped-down, unapologetically West Coast—it lets the hops do the preaching: Citra, Simcoe, Mosaic, and friends singing in electric tongues of tropical fruit, pine, and resin. No murk. No fluff. Just a dry, dazzling finish that lingers like neon after midnight. It’s beer as punk rock sermon, brewed for hopheads who like their joy sharp, their nights long, and their bitterness intentional.

Black Plague Double Trouble

8% ABV

Double Trouble, darling. From the dark, art-splashed altar of Black Plague comes this golden, glowing beast of a double IPA and absolutely unapologetic. It’s a riot of Mosaic, Strata, Citra, and Columbus Cryo hops, a veritable botanical hurricane swirling with pineapple seduction, tangerine tease, and mango that’s been dipped in a neon dream. It pours like molten sun through cathedral glass, yet somehow — miraculously — it doesn’t bulldoze your palate. Instead, it dances. Balanced, crisp, dangerously smooth. This is not just beer. This is a holy summons to sip, swoon, and maybe sin a little.

Black Plague Medusa

8% ABV

Medusa Imperial Milk Stout is a luscious midnight siren, a velvet hammer that smacks you with rich waves of roasted barley, bittersweet chocolate, and a whisper of toasted coconut that lingers like a sultry secret. It’s got that sly sweetness from maple syrup and cacao nibs, wrapping your palate in a creamy, decadent hug that’s both indulgent and dangerously drinkable. This isn’t your average stout—this is a mythic beast, a five-time medal winner that prowls the darkest corners of craft beer with a smooth, seductive swagger. Pour it slow, sip it like a whispered confession, and let Medusa’s magic coil around your senses—dark, delicious, and utterly unforgettable.

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