The moment you clutch the glass, anticipation overwhelms you. You scan for a seat, your mind as opaque as the drink in your hand. In the sun, on the patio, that’s what you seek. A drop of liquid spills down your knuckles. You take a sip, not willing to waste any more of the velvet juice. A symphony of tropical fruit aroma and flavor seize your senses. The pillowy mouthfeel melts away the stress of the day. It’s a New England IPA, and it’s all yours.