This beer goes out to that anxiety-ridden morning after of a drunken night out. As the brain fog lifts, and you start to remember pieces of specific conversations, events, actions that make you cringe with embarrassment, and laugh, and regret, and hope that nobody else remembers that you fell off the stage in the middle of singing Celine Dion karaoke that you decided to take artistic liberty on by ad-libbing a “Fuck Trump” chant while the song crescendos. Wait. What? Galaxy, Citra, & Hop 522
Notes of peaches, nectarines, tangelos, & grapefruit, combined with a sneaky ABV you might soon regret.
8.7% abv, 78 IBUs