The Emerald Dream… Look, I know that it has different meanings for different folks, but for me? My emerald dream is an utopia. A veritable land of milk and honey. Except the milk is hops and the honey is hops. Hops upon hops upon hops. Get it? A hop dimension. A hoppy version of paradise in a parallel universe, where hop-birds perch on hop bines and sing hoppy tunes. Yeah… I like that. Also the beer is a double dryhopped IPA. Try it. You’ll like it.