A moment of recognition. For our pasts shall forever shroud our souls. We have known Jason and Darilyn for our entire existence as a legally-pouring brewing entity. They were some of the first people to visit us, to share their fondness for what we do, and to share our story down in Charlotte. Our annual St. Pat’s tap takeover was one of my favorite days of the year, and our rampantly consistent disdain for each other’s birth-given sports teams drove a 9 year concept of failure-accepting banter that I still revel in today. So here we are, West Coast in hand. To keep our tradition alive. Slathered in barley. Topped with double doses of our hand-selected Simcoe, Cashmere, and Idaho 7. Sprinkled with Idaho 7 Cryo. Loads of tropical dank, pineapple and lime slurpee, and orange pixie stick.