Fish Brewing Winterfish slashhhhhhhh and a shocking canyon of flesh erodes your epidermis. retrieving his naughty claw, a young and angsty kitten scuttles into the farthest crevice to await the next opportunity to strike. And so too, like some whiplashed Egyptian slave, does yer tongue feign surprise at the zapping shock of the Winterfish. You pantomime because you’ve obviously been down this soppy road before. Trying to distinguish in yr mind between tasty memories and an ingenious brewer’s trick. So dark but so bitter. Just like the fishhouse on the lake when the generator goes out and you burst out, howling curses at all manner of deities into the January night. The stinging claw of the solstice blunted but still full of vengeance.  Another taste. Partial success. Thoughts still stalk the notion of a pie chart with hops as the majority shareholder. The Dark Malt Syndicate plots a clever takeover only to be rebuked  to the very last drop. Emptying yer head of recollections, you uncap another Winterfish, wondering aloud in a goofy voice, “I wonder how this one tastes?!” -Pedro Wooley

Fish Brewing Winterfish

slashhhhhhhh

and a shocking canyon of flesh erodes your epidermis. retrieving his naughty claw, a young and angsty kitten scuttles into the farthest crevice to await the next opportunity to strike.

And so too, like some whiplashed Egyptian slave, does yer tongue feign surprise at the zapping shock of the Winterfish. You pantomime because you’ve obviously been down this soppy road before. Trying to distinguish in yr mind between tasty memories and an ingenious brewer’s trick.

So dark but so bitter. Just like the fishhouse on the lake when the generator goes out and you burst out, howling curses at all manner of deities into the January night. The stinging claw of the solstice blunted but still full of vengeance. 

Another taste. Partial success. Thoughts still stalk the notion of a pie chart with hops as the majority shareholder. The Dark Malt Syndicate plots a clever takeover only to be rebuked  to the very last drop.

Emptying yer head of recollections, you uncap another Winterfish, wondering aloud in a goofy voice, “I wonder how this one tastes?!”

-Pedro Wooley