Approach a manifest of true presence. Be that which inhabits you. For inside we contort a depiction of the fate which becomes us. Move forward. Look not behind you. Something to chew on. A little Dream Candy. Mashed with a hell of a blend of powderized and liquefied Citra hops. Triple dry-hopped with Simcoe, Motueka, Galaxy, Idaho 7, and a flourishing blow of Simcoe Cryo.