“Galaxy hops lend a bright, vivacious, tropical tone to our signature body of malt, wheat, and oats. The resulting beer is a cinematic beauty: first juicy, then bitter, with a clean, dry finish.”
I’m not sure I’m any longer qualified to identify a cinematic beauty, having been out of work for over two months now, thanks to the fucking pussies who run this cunt of a city and this cunt of a state. And this is no pulp fiction, however that might translate to the world of beer. It’s an adequate pale ale, sharp from the alcohol (7.0%) as it warms up, and vaguely tropical. Probably juicy and delightful when it’s cold, but I only have the one—and it’s race day, so it’s hot as fuck up here.
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