You are cordially invited to consume this beer at the Four Seasons. You know the place, the one between the dildo shop and the crematory? In that industrial area on the outskirts of town? It provides lodging…er, logging. Logging, maybe. Definitely pruning. And mulch. And fertilizer! They have literally TONS of SHIT there. Yes, we mean THAT Four Seasons. OBVIOUSLY. It’s the perfect setting to drink some hops and not take any litigation claims seriously.
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You know, for all the incompetence, greed, corruption, insanity, xenophobia, homophobia, misogyny, anti-science, racism, disrespect for our military and veterans, and utter lack of morality, empathy and compassion…it’s nice to finally be able to laugh – heartily, loudly – in the face of it all for a brief moment. We hope this IPA brings you a smile. It’s hopped with Simcoe, Idaho 7, Hop 522, with tasting notes of blood orange, pineapple, cherry blossoms, and sweet, sweet democracy.