The endeavor of a worn soul. The untold hypothesis of the refresh. A time to bind blood with bone. A foray focused on the quality of existence with a common humanity over at Bearded Iris. Made with oats and wheat. Spun upon a bed of Citra Incognito and Cryo with Motueka. Double dry-hopped with hand-selected Strata, Motueka and Citra with a massive splattering of freeze-dried Sauvignon Blanc Phantasm powder. What a trip.