Further travelin’ into connected prism of new age and old garde hops on the bridge to higher hoppy ground. Saphir and Citra hops going supersonic bionic, forming robot voodoo powder, with a Sabro booty clap. Str8 jazz from the East gettin’ hypo-galactical caught in the orbit of floor malted pilsner, English, American pale malts, crystal oats and blended New England yeast. The vapor trails streaking from the halo drift along the hoppy rift as is the process of continuation to move. Born right here in our time. So mug up, this is fuel for the creators, the ponderers, a study in straight hopulrgy. Notes of coconut peach crumble, tangerine and spice, clementine and orange.
HOPS: CItra, Saphir & Sabro