Bowie was daydreaming about it, Frank wanted us to fly him there, and Niven thought it was a balloon. Pink Floyd was interested in its darker side. Audrey Hepburn scored Oscars and Grammys for mooning over a river. And Bruno Mars was actually talking to it. That moon sure gets a lot of attention. *
Wife: Have you heard a single word I’ve said?
Husband: That’s an odd way to start a conversation.
Wife: It’s like I’m talking to the moon.**
But don’t worry Counterpart, when it comes to reviewing this brew I’m your Huckleberry friend.*** I’m ignoring the moon and paying attention to you, and your astral lost in space crescent craft of a brew too.
A yellow orange buttery moon of a pour. As thick as cheesy thieves. An aroma of tropical super juice. That’s one juicy brewski. And the first taste is tropical juicy hoppy bitters with a slightly boozy back bite, I did a double take to see if it was a double. Tasting honeymoon is over and here come the bitters. Citrus and more, a juice fest going on. And the boozy backend was replaced by grapefruit bitters in the body, on the booty, and lingering beyond. A grapefruit bitters after party. I do like a grapefruit bitter or two, and this brew has them in spades.
It is a big juice big hop tasty bitters IPA. I wouldn’t say I loved it to the moon and back and I wasn’t over the moon about it, but I wouldn’t mind one once in a blue moon.
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