Plague of Ends
All along we had to plenty to question. Our hands are firmly set on the rails of an aimless joyride into the belly of the beast. The passage of curiosity, the spectacle that meandered a great unknown. And when the scourge returned it defined our new existence as an eternal cycle of trepidation. So we try to break its hold. Concocted of things we know, and things that show promise. Mashed of trustworthy oats and whirlpooled with Incognito. Double dry-hopped with known commodities Citra and Sabro, and dosed with a booster of experimental hops HRC 074, NZ 9909 and Nectaron. A staggering success rate among early trials. Here’s our plea for more.