Roll up, roll up, ladies and gentlemen. Experience first hand the thrill and terror of the Wolfman. A freak of nature, some say he was conceived in a hop field, others that he was transformed by his own lust for Humulus lupulus. The result is the untamed creature you see before you, powerful, bitter and infused to his very core with the resinous essence of the hop bine. Be warned, this is not a beer for those who suffer from a delicate disposition.
Imperial American IPA