A Memoir of Truly Surreal Times
The well in which we dipped our pen. A space of effortless genesis. Because everything came to be from a glass vessel full of tiny beasts. A reflection on times spent with new babies, unbroken palates, aimless fondness, and myriad invincibility. A thank you in the form of collaboration with Fremont Brewing, who housed our untold bewilderment with becoming brewers. Mashed with loads of oats and Citra Incognito. Double dry-hopped with select Strata, Idaho 7, Nelson Sauvin, and Chinook.