Stranded on a desolate road with nothing but the backpack that reminds him it wasn’t always like this. Lavish parties, mansions, and fountains of hazy IPA used to be the norm. He didn’t choose the Ferrari lifestyle. It chose him. It may escape him now, but this stallion will ride again. We vibed out with our compadres at Lua Brewing Company to manifest liquid opulence. Brewed with a pretentiously golden aesthetic, loaded with luxuriously oil-laden hops, and soft as thousand thread count sheets. Drink fresh. Pinkies out.