From the primitive backwater called Earf we pour on the forces of hoppy time and space so ya’ll can take the foamy plunge and join us...cause we're hosting an Intergalactic Kegger. Funky tentacles of Strata, Citra & Nelson Sauvin draw out the radius of pilsner, wheat and oats into tropical sticky dewey punch with slammable written all over it. Smells like kiwi cotton candy, white wines & pineapple. Tastes like orange, grapefruit, lemon rinds / pith, prickly pear coconut and pineapple tincture.