A Momentary Pause For Profoundly Deep Messages

A suspension of the scroll. A halt in the ceaseless clamor. So substance can cut through. And stick to the rafters of your ribcage. Reminders that we are temporary yet thunderous. Musings with our friends at Hop Butcher for the World. Mashed with wheat and oats. Whirlpooled with Krush and Incognito. Double dry-hopped with newly selected lots of Mosaic, Galaxy, Krush and Sabro. With a finishing touch of Eclipse Liquid Lupulin.