Fruited kettle-soured gose with large amounts of mango and passion fruit. Fruit in the foreground, subtle amounts of salt and a slight spiciness from the coriander in the background.
“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.
Metamorphosed into the last stage of the soul the child awakens. Open, playful and not bound by the rules of the golden dragon. It is finally free.