A Compilation of Devotional Waltzes For Dancing In the Barren Wilderness

Imperial Stout with Diner Coffee, Smoked Sea Salt, Toasted Texas Pecans, Maple Syrup, Cinnamon, and Bourbon Barrel-Aged Mexican Vanilla Beans

I am never sure I will return from space. Lost here I am convoluted, living among non-sequitous curiosities. The vision is unclear, the canvas unclean. Things that dance upon backgrounds are infestations of my projections. A commitment to thought is a foolish meandering of rationality. And I am here merely as a function of physical matter. No longer a figment of sentient thought. There is a pathway to purity. Under the breaks in the rusted tin and through the splits in the wood, you too shall see it. To paint this portrait for you we blended 3 varied-age Imperial Stouts and conditioned them with appropriate Methodical Coffee, Maplewood smoked sea salt, house-toasted southern pecans, maple syrup, and cinnamon. We then added a Mexican vanilla beans aged briefly in a small bourbon cask. The crossroads of consciousness brings forward a morning cup of coffee with a fresh pack of smokes, warm Texas pecan pie, topped in vanilla whipped cream, and all the boilermaker accommodation you require. Show Less