In the Absence of Forbidden Magic

In sunken halls we unearthed it. Our taste for cabalistic secrecy. Engrossed in the consecrated art we float adrift, silent, listening for the knell to beckon us to where we once dwelt. And in its absence, a pale horror, a slight flicker that reminds us of clairvoyance. Sitting upon a blend of American, English and German pale barleys, Galaxy is the star of the tome of this west coast IPA. Accented with hand selected Idaho 7 hops and a dash of Motueka let yourself be cast into the depths of peach rings, lemon lime gelato, and a subtle whisp of mango kush. Show Less