Get FATA on our September’s monologue, alive out of habit. Stare into his eyes and grab the wolf by his ears. We slang the hoppy aggressive, lush, melodic...and staple that juice to your face. Lupulin bines to the bones of blended English pale malts hung on the last kiss of raw oats. Sink your teeth-in and let the Simcoe, Idaho 7, Mosaic resin drip through through the cracks of your soul. Notes of mango overnight oats, pineapple licorice and orange gummies.
HOPS: Simcoe, Idaho 7, & Mosaic