Hypnotized by mystical drones, a caravan of three commences a march south through martyrdom. The drenching flood of reverb swells, the fog thickens, the solar orb flares, and they plod on. All in their wake, left in ruins. A no coast varietal, refreshingly made. And a cross-medium collaboration with Unseen Creatures and Expo Seventy. Mashed with barley and rice, fermented in lychee fruit. Double dry-hopped with Citra, Nelson and Topaz.