Tailpipin’ IPA with Roussanne grapes.
When you’re not quite cool enough for a Firebird or El Camino and the newspaper route you run won’t fork over the skrilla for a Delorean, it’s all vanity plates and no first dates. Smoother than Corintian leather seats and fruitier than holding stock options in Del Monte, this is one tail pipe you won’t need to stick your banana in. Or maybe you will. Judgement free zone.