Persephone is adrift at sea…they used to have a sense of purpose to their beer; I would hop on a ferry for their Oktoberfest, and crush Amarillo Pils at Darby’s Gastown until the keg ran out. Now Persephone chases lazy gimmicks. This one is hazy and dull. Thick head. Lots of carbonation. Cheap pineapple juice, basil maybe but only because I know to look for it. Basic kettle sour base. If there was ever a brewery where I want to be the CEO, this is it, and beers like this that make me sad are the reason why.