This one’s fiendishly simple. Pilsner and a bit of Munich form the base. Hallertau to bitter and a healthy dose of German Callista in the fiery cauldron of the whirlpool. Left to lager agonizingly for weeks in the burning cold of its stainless prison. Bright and clear, with hints of stonefruit and toast in the nose, a complex bready character, and a perfectly crisp, clean finish. Bathe in the shining glory of eternal flame.