Flying blind through time, to Teretonga and beyond. An explosive cast iron junker housing twenty five hundred horses. Enough power to transport you to a bygone era. Just fill it with nitromethane, light the fuse and hang on. Shazam. Plug in your lugs for the assault on the senses that is Karl Boniface's Chevy Vega nitro funny car, starring in our social feeds now. Karl loves giving crowds something they've never seen before, like this Fresh Hop Pale Ale, serving white grape, passionfruit and lemon zest vibes over a honey malt base.

This pickup is loaded with notes of papaya, nectarines, citrus and melon, with some bitterness in the backend for a full and balanced ride.

This pickup is loaded with notes of papaya, nectarines, citrus and melon, with some bitterness in the backend for a full and balanced ride.

Pilsner is famously Czech in origin, but here we've gone for a South Pacific hop profile in keeping with the people who brew it and drink it. Passionfruit, grapefruit and sauvignon blanc characters abound, stacked up on a robust malt base that's partly German, partly Kiwi.

XPA means Extra Pale, a product of Quickchange's lighter malt base. That delicate colour though is undercut by a glorious hit of alpha oils from Mosaic, Galaxy and Citra hops. Sometimes you don't want your mouth flayed raw and your liver worked to a standstill. Sometimes a few luscious notes of mango, guava, lychee and pineapple can be just the thing.

In hot rodding a Rat Rod is a chopped, low slung, rough and rusty special, designed for go more than show. A little like a classic hazy IPA in other words. There's a monster American hopping regime inside this unfiltered diamond, throwing the juicy orange and fruit salad characters forward without too much bitterness or malty sophistication.

An easy eski companion, inspired by an iconic ride. Tropical. Juicy. A southern hemisphere sun chaser. Drop the tailgate, catch rays and recline in a wagon built for sha... sharing.

A bumper dragging, boot flapping, blistered and blistering Bel Air driven mad by its maker. Born with two wheels too many. Bought for the doors and left to fester til Russ Lowe turned it from wreck to racecar in 42 days. A quintessential gasser, deranged and named after a mate's magic act. Ain't no trailer queen. Happily thrashed metal. In a broken stone age dawn she flies so high. Strange Magic, a perfectly dishevelled '56 Chev is wheelstanding its way via video into our social feeds now. This half Sour, half Hazy IPA is also built with bits and pieces, and its bold, juicy, citrus bounce is a crowd pleaser like its namesake.

Hops are where it starts for the born-again craft head and Super Charger APA is where Panhead delivers. This is an all-American show with Centennial, Citra and Simcoe overwhelming your nose, kicking you in the taste buds and departing with more bitterness than a Palm Springs divorce. It's a seriously addictive combination.

Hops are where it starts for the born-again craft head and Super Charger APA is where Panhead delivers. This is an all-American show with Centennial, Citra and Simcoe overwhelming your nose, kicking you in the taste buds and departing with more bitterness than a Palm Springs divorce. It's a seriously addictive combination.

The people's champ. A heavy medaller. The orange one, back on the block a decade later. Getting majorly malted-up and hop-loaded. More of everything that's made it iconic. Don't worry, Panhead have brewed a few Charger's before. Brewed their arses off ten times around the sun. And this is for everyone who rode with them. Cheers!

Our feathered friends see the world differently. Through birds' eyes, things might look almost psychedelic to us, with heightened colours and fresh hues forming a surprising new spectrum. This hazy, citrus and stonefruit accented IPA with a mellow, soft and silky texture gives a similarly refreshing change of perspective.