There’s The Shark

Big juice. Small bite. Peak Carton mischief.

We built There’s The Shark the only way we know how — take a simple idea, overthink it just enough, then make it taste better than it has any right to at 4.5%. If a session IPA’s supposed to be “light,” we missed that memo.

Citra throws the first punch: lime, grapefruit, that bright citrus pop that screams Carton made this.
Nectaron fills the middle with plush peach nectar and pineapple — soft, round, sunny.
Riwaka steps in last with that wild NZ edge, tightening the whole thing up with its signature funky-citrus snap.

Juice yeast keeps it hazy, soft, and silky — the full hazeboi treatment without the “why did I just drink two double IPAs?” regret. It drinks like a Carton IPA wearing a session disguise: tropical up front, gentle bitterness below, and a crisp, dry reset that basically dares you to keep going.

This is Carton in our favorite gear — finding the line between playful and precise, then surfing right on top of it.

There’s The Shark — bite-sized haze, full-size Carton swagger.