Our President is an illiterate, narcissistic, xenophobic sociopath with the fragile temperament of three year old. We’ve had one of the wettest, grayest, coldest winters in PNW history. Traffic has been an atrocious time suck, and public transportation leaves much to be desired. The cost of living is getting obscene, and is still rising. And the Seahawks might trade Richard Sherman. FUCK IT. WE NEED TO GET AWAY….but we can’t. So we brewed an IPA with all New Zealand and Australian hops, because we want to be there. It’s light and sunny, with gentle floral and tropical notes. Close your eyes and go to your happy place.
Ella, Kohatu, Rakau, Galaxy, Nelson Sauvin, & Motueka.
7.5% abv, 68 IBUs