The day of resurrection is at hand, the blade still sharp. Our longest-standing beacon of utility, this properly-named-this-time, Red Ale, invokes the vital tenets of balance not by muting flavors, but by elevating them. A European crystal malt backbone is lifted by the sweet pop of Riverbend Malt’s Wren Abruzzi Rye. Chinook and Columbus hops provide a grapefruit flavor up-front curtained by the powerful aroma of berry and fresh pineapple, thanks to an exclusively modest Mosaic dry-hopping. Yes, its the precise beer you know and love, just named the right way for the first time in 10 years. What a world. Finish your work, wipe your brow, and reap this delicious reward. For who knows when it shall perish.