Pilsner and spelt malt for the win, lots of Tettnanger hops for the soul, and a slow condition on some funky Brettanomyces for the future. While attempting to reach a formidable wine cellar on the moon one must first find a ride: a horse that's actually a kiwi who snacks on dried pears dusted with chili powder is a great choice. Great mileage. Or you can smash rocks with frozen white grapes hoping to find the jazziest purple ever