Here we are, on a "mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam," as Carl Sagan famously put it. And if we're going to hurtle through space on this rock, an incomprehensible distance from the nearest Supergiant star, making beer from things that miraculously grow from the ground, we're going to make it count. This beer is all of us—bright, golden, slightly sweet, and amused by existence.
Ahtanum, Jarrylo, German Mandarina
American 2-Row, Vienna, Oats, Lactose