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A Final Space For Lost Souls

All these portentous expectations. And the unequivocal aspirations they feed from. A self-inflicted morosity unbecoming of the pleasure of being human. Why not simply flourish, even when the fuel runs dry. An ostentatious rendition of our original existential hop journey. Made with Barley, Wheat and Oats. Triple Dry-Hopped with our first glimpse of hand-selected Mosaic, Motueka, and Idaho 7 hops, with a touch of Mosiac Cryo to upend the mundane.

Style
ABV
9.2%
IBU
38
OG
1.085°
Malts