Lost In The Forest
A late afternoon walk has gone longer than expected. As the sun sets and shadows shift, something (maybe it was there the whole time) is following, and suddenly it’s hard to imagine a worse time to have gotten Lost in the Forest.
Cloudy amber fumes of winter forest and citrus peel emerge from the depth of this burly IPA. The alchemy of hops and spruce tips have yielded something unexpected, something fierce yet ephemeral.