One day we awake to recognize the victories were a death sentence. They lead into a narrow labyrinth. Where the concepts are not invented. They already existed. One mountain climbed will breed views of another. And each day we step over the chain that holds us steady. Made with the minds at The Eighth State Brewing Company. Mashed with barley, oats, and lactose. Whirlpooled extensively with Phantasm-enriched Mega Motueka hops, and double dry-hopped with Motueka, Amarillo, Sabro, and Cashmere. Crispy lime cookies encapsulate fruit custards before blending liquefies their character into a rewarding tropical frozen slush.