An unknown void was left to flood the grounds we stood upon. A definition we never fathomed. The reprehensible luster of bewilderment washed upon the shores of these orbiting thoughts. And lost was the best way to be found. A classic Other Coast memoir, painted in the palette of our current movement. Mashed with the finest European barley and brewed with Incognito and Cryo hops. Double dry-hopped with hand-selected Mosaic and Cashmere, doses of Enigma and Riwaka, and a final pinch of Simcoe Cryo.