We turned 2, we’re 2 on, let’s drink 2. Not everyone turns 2-years-old. Mayflies, for instance. Passion for a new job. Also, my first grade class’s guinea pig after Brendon fed it all that pencil led. And we certainly won’t take it for granted. This is the beer we’d brew if we were dying tomorrow. Strata, Sabro, Motueka, and Galaxy. YOLO...I guess. Cheers to 2.