Lake Lewisia #1212

The brewer hunted for ever more peculiar flavor sources, bent on achieving a complexity of flavor bordering on the troubling. He found ways to dissolve landscapes into solution and steep dreams alongside leaves. His beers were of a place, not merely by having nourished the wheat and hops, but by breathing in the hills and drinking down the half-sleeping thoughts of a napping farm worker, until each sip made the drinker think of that place as their hometown, however distant and unseen.

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LL#1212