That Was When You Were Finally Set Free
The bones you collect. Spirits that dwell in the blood. They pull like ocean tides. They float beside the way. Mashed with barley and oats. Double dry-hopped with hand-selected Simcoe, and dosed with Riwaka and Motueka. Riddled with tropical pineapple, mandarin orange and lime wheel candies, topped in dank resin crystals, and baked with aperol drizzle.