47,5cl, 7,5% ABV, 37 IBU, IPA – American
Nature embellishes the beckoning of our demise. It pushes our mind in chaos loops. It raises the pulse. It pumps blood through our sentient beings. And yet these warnings that we dare not trespass serve purely as a means for recognition. A state of validation of our very mortal demands for a glimpse beyond death’s curtain. Mashed with Wheat and Oats. Made with Citra Incognito. Double dry-hopped with hand-selected Oregon Strata, Seitz Farms Blanc, and New Zealand Wai-Iti. Finished with select Oregon-grown Citra Cryo.