This world is weird. People have an innate desire to control. Both occur page after page and all over The Sullivanians by Alexander Stille.
First have to mention that this is not fiction. This happened in New York City in the not so distant past of the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. Saul Newton and Jane Pearce taking bits and bobs of psychology from their mentor, Harry Sullivan started their own group which was part commune, part social experiment but mostly ill thought out and misguided.
It is wacky stuff. I am no prude but damn the partner swapping was out of control with special couples rooms that I would not have crossed the threshold of until they had been hosed down. Kids were taken away from parents and raised by others or simply shipped off to schools far away. Your therapist might be drunk and still charge you for their time even though you were paying dues. Then it became a theatrical troupe and then as the pattern with cults. It ended up being a restrictive, paranoid and violent group.
Since it is New York based and by the end bitter with accusations and counter accusations, your obvious brewery to find is Other Half and their hazy IPA’s with swirling colorful label designs.
Here in L.A., no stranger to cults, I would pick a brewery and have one of their pale ales, then and IPA, then a hazy and finally a DIPA and see if you might be someone easily swayed into evangelizing or if you are more wary, like me.