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Dirt paths converge on a ghost town. A dust covered rider creeps though the main
thoroughfare, until his horse breathes its last. From under a staircase, a skeletal hand
emblazoned with the mark of The Whole Leaf reaches out and latches on. Cowering in
horror, the rider utters words that echo in the solitude, “But you’ve been… Foresworn.”

We hope you enjoy this pale copper IPA laced with whole leaf hops and a malt backbone you can set your clock by. Notes of pineapple, bubblegum, and angel food cake covered with candied orange emerge from this lean yet
balanced brew.