Friday, July 4th, 2025

Peaks & Pints New Beer Six-Pack: 7.4.25

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Peaks & Pints New Beer Six-Pack: 7.4.25

This Fourth of July, Peaks & Pints doesn’t just hand you a six-pack of new arrivals—it hands you a Declaration of Intoxication, a sparkling revolution in 16-ounce bursts, brewed not with gunpowder and parchment but with hop thunder, tart seduction, and the kind of craft clarity that makes fireworks jealous. Jazzberry croons like Nina Simone on a raspberry bender; Fan Death detonates your frontal lobe with ghost hops and mango madness; Little Letters whispers liberty through noble pilsner prose. Then comes Aloha, Mr. Hand, all coconut defiance and citrus rebellion, followed by On Orchard’s Edge, a crisp orchard elegy for your palate’s sins. And Paraderade? She doesn’t walk—she struts, glitter cannon primed, ready to kiss every firework and say, “Honey, love is a protest.” This is not just beer—it’s the United Sips of Flavor. Drink accordingly.

CROOKED STAVE BREWING JAZZBERRY: Smooth Jazz Berry—or as the cool kids whisper, Jazzberry—is Crooked Stave’s sultry, barrel-aged raspberry nocturne, the kind of sour ale that doesn’t shout but croons from a velvet-draped corner of the cellar. Aged in oak and draped in whole raspberries and vanilla, this slow jam doesn’t merely taste like jazz—it is jazz: tart saxophone riffs of fruit, upright bass thumps of creamy oat and funk, and a brush of Brettanomyces snare to keep it all unpredictable. The oak is there, like a good rhythm section—quiet, necessary, undeniably smooth. This is the sour that wears cologne, reads poetry, and only answers to vinyl. Sip it slowly, let it solo, 6%, 16oz

FAST FASHION BREWING FAN DEATH: Behold, Fan Death—Fast Fashion Brewing’s unapologetic, nectar-dripping ode to overindulgence, triple-hopped into some uncharted dimension where Nelson Sauvin vines entwine your cerebellum and Phantasm Powder sprinkles its ghostly lupulin alchemy across your frontal lobe like an ASMR séance. This is not a beer. This is tropical aggression in velvet gloves, a 10 percent ABV double dry hopped triple IPA of mangoes whispering secrets to lime zest under a canopy of white wine fog and dank, resinous thunder. It doesn’t sip. It swoons. It glows. It makes your previous IPA loyalties look like diet soda at a rave. And yes, it’s dangerously crushable. Which is to say: drink slowly, or not at all. Or perhaps faster. The beer doesn’t care. It already owns your weekend, 10%, 16oz

THE LAGER COMPANY LITTLE LETTERS ITALIAN PILSNER: Little Letters is not so much a beer as it is a whisper from a Venetian balcony at golden hour, a soft-spoken manifesto in noble hops and malt restraint. Brewed by The Lager Company (née Lowercase Brewing, for those keeping track of the lineage), this Italian-style pilsner carries the delicate assertiveness of Hallertau Mittelfrüh and Saphir—floral, a touch herbal, and just resinous enough to remind you that subtlety, when done right, can be a revolution. It doesn’t boast. It doesn’t pander. It simply exists, crisp and composed, like a sharply tailored suit of liquid linen. The bitterness is whisper-thin, the finish dry as wit, and the overall effect is like reading a short love letter written in lager—one that leaves just enough space for you to read between the bubbles, 5%, 16oz

RAINY DAZE BREWING ALOHA, MR. HAND: This is your brain on Spicoli: Aloha, Mr. Hand from Rainy Daze Brewing, a gloriously hazed-out love letter to Fast Times, detentions, and the sweet, coconut-laced defiance of ordering pizza during class. It’s the kind of hazy IPA that doesn’t just nod to tropical hop bliss—it cannonballs straight into it, Sabro and Kohatu surfing tandem across your palate like stoned prophets of tangerine daydreams and mango-scented rebellion. Mosaic hops add that grapefruit glint of insight, because even Spicoli had moments of genius, buried beneath the giggle fog. This isn’t just a beer—it’s a vibe, a locker-room meditation, a reminder that life moves pretty fast and sometimes it tastes like resin, lime peel, and “Let’s party” in a pint. Aloha, indeed, 5%, 16oz

SINGLE HILL BREWING ON ORCHARD’S EDGE: Let it be known: On Orchard’s Edge is not merely a pilsner—it is a hymn sung in the key of citrus blossom and sunlit restraint, brewed by Single Hill for those who crave clarity in a world of haze-addled excess. This is West Coast minimalism at its crispiest, a crystalline sigh of Loral, Adeena, and Saphir hops whispering soft orchard fruit lullabies through the Yakima breeze. It does not shout. It glows. It arrives like a breeze through open barn doors in late summer, herbaceous and just a little zesty, clean enough to rinse the sins of your triple IPA weekend but charismatic enough to flirt with your second pour. You don’t drink it. You lean into it. And it leans back, smiling, citrus-kissed and quietly certain of its elegance, 5.5%, 16oz

STOUP BREWING PARADERADE: Stoup’s unapologetically loud, fabulously hoppy love letter to the Pride parade that couldn’t march—but absolutely had to dance anyway. This IPA is a glitter cannon of Enigma, Chinook, and Comet hops, bursting with mango flirtations, piney sass, papaya pillow talk, and a honeysuckle hug that lingers like glitter on your collar the morning after. It doesn’t just celebrate—it vogues, struts, lip-syncs, and serves tropical realness with every sip. Brewed for community, for resistance, for joy unconfined, Paraderade is what happens when a beer decides that love is love, hops are hope, and bitterness is best left to the malcontents. Raise a glass, throw some confetti, and taste the liberation, 7.3%, 16oz

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