Welcome to the army of the motherfuggin’ hoppy. We ride or die with our Pale Ale banner held high. She is sacred liquid for the head, mouth and soul. Bitter enough, blended pale malts mixed with wheat, oats and barley flakes. We wage for the rejoice in taste and spirit for those who live in harmony with the beverage called beer. Notes of pine, mango-passionfruit twist, peach and something else fuzzy.
HOPS: Citra, Galaxy & Calista