It started off like any normal Tuesday. Crosby Hop Farm had sent us some 2021 samples of other hop varieties to select, and they threw in an extra bag of their estate grown Comet, which we saved for the end. At first, it seemed like an interesting little blip, notes of citrus & pine with a touch of grass, but nothing out of the ordinary. And then it seemingly opened up, approaching more aggressively with ripe tangerine and lime peel, so much so we had to take a step back. This doesn’t seem like an ordinary lot of comet. And the path it’s taking, a course directly aimed at our domes, is quite concerning to say the least. Should we let our friends know? Should we call our loved ones? Or, just let them brew in blissful ignorance? Whatever our future is, we had to MOVE FAST. Get CROSBY on the line! We need these hops STAT! If we don’t get these hops in this beer RIGHT. NOW. it may never exist. And, all of our customers – our regulars, our family, random people – won’t know what’s coming there way, a FUCKING Comet IPA, that could alter their lives and perceptions, forever.