Swirl, Sip, Enjoy, Repeat. Launching the Mothership Guzzle Gulp. Her gleaming tusks and that hop coned hull woe through the dimensional drifts. Past the lunar turf, the echoes of interplanetary zest and the Lupulin asteroid belt. We swing round to view the galactic cannibalism, Comet on Galaxy hops exploding something soft and sweet into pale malts & crystal oats. Notes of orange cookies, tangerine marmalade, pineapple chunks, summer stone fruit and roasted nectarine.
MALT: Pale, Crystal Oats, Munich II, Dextrine
HOPS: Galaxy & Comet