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    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

    • 1 year ago
    High-res photo Fish Brewing 10² Anniversary Ale Sometimes, when you are a cornsnake during the month of February, a process called brumation affects your body. You coil your legless cord of skin around the warmest object nearest you and sleep incessantly. Less studious reptilian experts call this phenomenon “hibernation”. What is should be called is: just plain lazy. When El Niño relents to traditional weather patterns and you long for warmer wetness, forage through the beery woods of your local grocery for this fine ale of Olympia origin. Be sure to bring along your favorite gay Canadian/violinist, Owen Pallett, to provide musical distraction—this hunt will be long and tedious. When you finally arrive at your liquid destination, rejoice and erupt with excessive amounts of hissing. You are bucking the trend of your species. It’s only a short deviation from your brumation but the highlights of your drinking vacation will tally up IBU after IBU as well as gorgeous dollops of alocohol. Intestinal fortitude is required during your succulent winter consumption so gnaw on the finest buffalo chicken or andouille meats and you’ll survive until the spring. There’s nothing overtly reptilian about his high-powered ale. But it is a rollicking adventure of delicious proportions that’s unavoidable as the cornsnake’s genetic conservation of energy. -Pedro Wooly

    Fish Brewing 10² Anniversary Ale

    Sometimes, when you are a cornsnake during the month of February, a process called brumation affects your body. You coil your legless cord of skin around the warmest object nearest you and sleep incessantly. Less studious reptilian experts call this phenomenon “hibernation”. What is should be called is: just plain lazy.

    When El Niño relents to traditional weather patterns and you long for warmer wetness, forage through the beery woods of your local grocery for this fine ale of Olympia origin. Be sure to bring along your favorite gay Canadian/violinist, Owen Pallett, to provide musical distraction—this hunt will be long and tedious.

    When you finally arrive at your liquid destination, rejoice and erupt with excessive amounts of hissing. You are bucking the trend of your species. It’s only a short deviation from your brumation but the highlights of your drinking vacation will tally up IBU after IBU as well as gorgeous dollops of alocohol. Intestinal fortitude is required during your succulent winter consumption so gnaw on the finest buffalo chicken or andouille meats and you’ll survive until the spring.

    There’s nothing overtly reptilian about his high-powered ale. But it is a rollicking adventure of delicious proportions that’s unavoidable as the cornsnake’s genetic conservation of energy.

    -Pedro Wooly

    • 2 years ago