"Daylight recedes, shadows ceases, in the obscured mist at the heart of the woods. Stars without age do not pierce, branches and their leaves stilled, their nectar oozes and drips, as space folds unto itself, to welcome the mother-goat, birther of youths."

Fresh and cloudy with a rich sweetness like burnt honey, fused with a subtle hint of green in hop and soft sting on the tongue of peppery spice of earth, a cold misty dawn in the autumn forest. A high alcohol lager that goes down too easy.