A thread to commemorate the palate wreckers, triple-digit IBU hop bombs and ruthlessly homered regional "Pliney killers" [sic] of yesteryear that have since faded from the craft beer discourse. I'll start off with one that I almost certainly called my desert island beer back in 2011: Alpine Bad Boy. Tite. (photo stolen from evilc) This beer ruled. For all I know it may continue to rule, but after having tried the Green Flash-era Nelson and Hoppy Birthday I had pretty much sworn off trying anything else. In either case this beer and every other beer that was at one time or another framed in contrast to Pliny the Elder in a petty beer forum argument is a total dinosaur with more in common with Sierra Nevada Pale Ale than the modern haze can.