Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again. Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win. Time to make these pale ales famous, intrinsic to the lifeblood in these constructs. Wheat and toasted rice got their meat hooks up in this hoppy sauce. Attacking like a slick Apache, grassy, sugar coated candy. Notes of passionfruit, sweet melon, little baked earth and honey pomelo.