Granite Falls In Paths Untrodden (Pear Lambic)

Here by oneself, away from the clank of the world…be talk’d to by tongues aromatic, they that boast of untold life in a wooden prison, they that bear vouchaf’d those most delectable of treasures, that of the flavour of untold days amongst the vintner’s troubadour. This vessel which begets the bourne of joy, that of genteel recalcitrance, as the ebb and flow of time command an ever-growing enumeration of the aspects of things: of wood, of yeast, and of fruit. Despair not, fair comrade, for thou hast discovered that which lurks in paths untrodden: an ale of estimable character, an artist’s display of balance between a delicate pome and the depth of the microflora of history.