‘Tis The Damn Season
Oh, November in Seattle. With rain and the cold, comes anticipation and celebration. But what happens when you can’t find it? We could call it even, and you can drink this beer for the weekend. Tis the damn season, write this down. We’re brewing in a malty ‘house, and the red not taken looks real good now. Pine flies, hoppy like the bite from the old times. Now we’re missing old times, hear us out. We could just ride around and drink northwest red ale hopped with Chinook & Simcoe all damn year. Why don’t we do that? WHY CAN’T WE JUST HAVE THIS ONE THING ALL YEAR ROUND. If it’s ok with you, it’s ok with us. And Taylor Swift.