Hazy IPA on the dryer side of life.Cashmere, Idaho 7 and Centennial.
“Some days you just got to polymorph a few lost sailors to juicy white peaches”. The deranged wizard rubbed his hands as he looked down from his tower at the marooned apes.
A thousand years after the great revelation upon the mountain. A huge shining star appeared in the day sky. The high council was rejoicing.