May We Walk in Their Shadows Forever
For the practice of self-study is a painful endeavor. A span of moments where we often resolve that our thoughts take up too much space. And we are left with the mindless meanderings of our subconscious instinct. Perhaps we can still change our minds. A proclamation of festivity in the realm of the Heavy Resin. Made with oats, and whirlpooled with Citra Incognito and Cryo. Double dry-hopped with Citra, Simcoe, Motueka, Strata and a dab of El Dorado Cryo.