Let us suppose that each and every little thing has a consequence and yet nothing matters at all. It is the act of inception itself that demands the choice between one or the other. And so this deviation between two truths becomes you. It sets its roots within your soul. It forces impulses through your fingertips and down into your vessels. It is the lifeblood of our path through existence itself. A philosophy espoused at the altar of Heavy Resin. Our first take on Twins of Two Paths, celebrating the unique qualities of individuality. Three things presupposed to be alike, that couldn’t be anything but. They are the polarities of their kind. Lots of oats. Cryo and Incognito in the whirlpool. Double dry-hopped with hand-selected lots of Citra, Mosaic, and Simcoe.