kobold k: canned definitely July 2025, maybe the fourth (the stamp ends with a smudge)
kobold k is drinking a Capital City Kolsch by Herald Street Brew Works
The Grating and Harsh are abused to the Gentle: vinegar soothes open wounds; sweat endears and summons; chlorine urges seed pods to open and respond to divine nectar smiles; straw shoves green into mulching toilet tubs. Honey-heat engines convert the raw!
kobold k is drinking a Märzen by Abandoned Rail Brewing
Sharp smelling Witch Biscuits fertilize brown ground; fields groan and syrups sing praise for stale copper crowns.
kobold k is drinking a Normcore by Brassneck Brewery
This version hopped with Cascade, and it delights in matches and the sulphur my grandmother grew in her tiled bathroom where furthermore the syrup of a dozen maples preferred the mirror to the window. Totems of Kilmer Park also smoulder like red cedars.
kobold k is drinking a Bahnhof by Twin City Brewing
Sensible caramelized sparks and sugar-coated dashes hinder the muckier, more lavish autumn earth-bellows from escaping restraints to its un-reason.
Skeleton key opens rooms to Xanadu melon-gore and visions of pine-mast collapse. Dissociated candied-clauses flutter unconnected but guide us still where the cleanest cabbage leaf shelters the skunk's retreat. A memory bracket: weed-shore yearns back lore