A purism shall swallow your soul. An unforgiving act of treading water. For the tides have risen and torn known existence from shore. And the only breathe left is one who sought refuge in the void of the unknown. The gospel from the chapel of Heavy Resin. Made with Oats, Incognito, and Cryo. Double dry-hopped with globs of Galaxy, Simcoe, Vic Secret, Sabro, and a tincture of fine El Dorado Cryo.