Batch cans are a series of Panhead cult classics, mostly exclusive to the taproom. and picked from Panhead's archive of small kit experimental hits, these staff and punter favourites are now yours for the taking.

This low riding Rivi is a sassy sister sittin' on bags. Likes the finer things in life and has a hard-working hot rod honey to provide them. One Ms Starry-Moon. Once the only pinup in the beauty salon now lights up a stage in swing skirts and pettis or denim, leather and leopard. Together these two glitter with their hearts of gold. Coz, you can't take it with you when you go!

A mountainous IPA. Demands to be ridden without restraint. No buffers. No dampers. Just the full feel of its melon, stone fruit and citrus vibrations with a bobbing bitter undertone.

This pickup is loaded with notes of papaya, nectarines, citrus and melon, with some bitterness in the backend for a full and balanced ride.

This pickup is loaded with notes of papaya, nectarines, citrus and melon, with some bitterness in the backend for a full and balanced ride.

Pilsner is famously Czech in origin, but here we've gone for a South Pacific hop profile in keeping with the people who brew it and drink it. Passionfruit, grapefruit and sauvignon blanc characters abound, stacked up on a robust malt base that's partly German, partly Kiwi.

In hot rodding a Rat Rod is a chopped, low slung, rough and rusty special, designed for go more than show. A little like a classic hazy IPA in other words. There's a monster American hopping regime inside this unfiltered diamond, throwing the juicy orange and fruit salad characters forward without too much bitterness or malty sophistication.

A bumper dragging, boot flapping, blistered and blistering Bel Air driven mad by its maker. Born with two wheels too many. Bought for the doors and left to fester til Russ Lowe turned it from wreck to racecar in 42 days. A quintessential gasser, deranged and named after a mate's magic act. Ain't no trailer queen. Happily thrashed metal. In a broken stone age dawn she flies so high. Strange Magic, a perfectly dishevelled '56 Chev is wheelstanding its way via video into our social feeds now. This half Sour, half Hazy IPA is also built with bits and pieces, and its bold, juicy, citrus bounce is a crowd pleaser like its namesake.

Hops are where it starts for the born-again craft head and Super Charger APA is where Panhead delivers. This is an all-American show with Centennial, Citra and Simcoe overwhelming your nose, kicking you in the taste buds and departing with more bitterness than a Palm Springs divorce. It's a seriously addictive combination.

Hops are where it starts for the born-again craft head and Super Charger APA is where Panhead delivers. This is an all-American show with Centennial, Citra and Simcoe overwhelming your nose, kicking you in the taste buds and departing with more bitterness than a Palm Springs divorce. It's a seriously addictive combination.

The people's champ. A heavy medaller. The orange one, back on the block a decade later. Getting majorly malted-up and hop-loaded. More of everything that's made it iconic. Don't worry, Panhead have brewed a few Charger's before. Brewed their arses off ten times around the sun. And this is for everyone who rode with them. Cheers!

Our feathered friends see the world differently. Through birds' eyes, things might look almost psychedelic to us, with heightened colours and fresh hues forming a surprising new spectrum. This hazy, citrus and stonefruit accented IPA with a mellow, soft and silky texture gives a similarly refreshing change of perspective.