You pop the hatchback and flip open the cooler. Your muscles ache for a reprieve. You need a drink that can match the bitterness of the day. As you sift through your cache, the ice against your hand provides a preview of the refreshment you seek. Your fingers wrap around a can. This one’s packed with hops, exploding with citrus, pine, and resin. The search is over, it’s a West Coast IPA.