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Early in our process our Master Brewer had the idea to add Black-eyed peas to a hearty stout. Our samplers loved it, but when we called it a “black-eyed pea stout”, enough of them responded, “Do you mean a black IPA?” that we conceded the homonym and amped up the hops.
The sweetness of a deep, rich malt base with overtones of dark chocolate, dried fruit and coffee is counterbalanced by the savory character of black-eyed peas and the bright, festive flavor of an artfully-constructed hops profile.
Using fresh green North Carolina grown whole hops from Triple G Farm in Battleboro colludes with the Black-eyed Peas to make this a uniquely Southern take on a hot new style of craft beer:
The Black India Pale ale…
or is it an India Black ale…
or even a hoppy Imperial Stout?
Who cares, we think you’ll love it and we’ll leave the classification to you.
"The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers
Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away,
The doors clap to, the pane is blind with showers.
Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May...
We for a certainty are not the first
Have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled
Their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed
Whatever brute and blaggard made the world...
The troubles of our proud and angry dust
Are from eternity, and shall not fail.
Bear them we can, and if we can we must.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale."
-excerpt from poem IX in Last Poems by A.E. Housman
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