American Imperial IPA | 8.3% ABV


A journey shown by path unknown revealed within a dream. The way began, a lizard man, with eyes of crystalline. “Drink this,” he said, poured frothy head and wandered on downstream. My mind transfixed from lizard licked as trail began to sway. Then toothy beast, the bine’s dear priest, appeared a wrinkled gray. “I have for you, a cloudy brew” his countenance astray. I did my bid and blazed my lid then handed back his stein. Through haze of smoke, once more he spoke of terpene laced lupine. Upon your tongue, will hash be hung til sirens’ steal your mind. To be continued…

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