On candy stripe legs the tripods come, softly through the shadows of the evening sun. Ominous creatures have arrived from deep space, exceedingly parched. They scour and scourge our strange world, until they encounter the liquid that will provide them the sustenance they crave. Starting with a uniquely complex Belgian IPA that is subsequently barrel-aged on oak, these assassins from another world disintegrate the distinct blend of citrusy hops to permeate and calm their souls. Yielding the strangest twist upon their alien lips, they undergo an out of their world experience. Due to the immense power of this golden elixir, peace in the universe will thankfully now endure.