We’ve got a beer that it seems to me, reminds us of childhood memories. Where everything smelt like a fresh pine tree. Now and then, we can smell that place, when we bring up a beer to our festive face. But if we dwell too long, the beer will go flat and die.

So where do you go? Where we go for a festive pine hit?

Bringing together all the hops with a certain character we could find, and threw them at this easy drinking pale with moderate bitterness. We hope you can close your eyes and remember the days of drinking, fresh, clear beers with assertive bitterness and loads of resinous, piney hops. Maybe on a coast somewhere, maybe in the West. Where do we go now, now, now, now, now, now now? Sweet child, sweet child O' Pine.