Description
This beer is basically a vacation with no return date. Hazy like your decisions after the second pint. Citra yells “citrus!”, Nectaron drops a fruit bomb of mango and peach, and Cryo Sabro? That’s coconut flying in from the beach, first class, with a lime in one hand and zero worries in the other.
No bitterness of life here — just a soft body, tropical euphoria, and the comforting illusion that you’re still twenty. Forever Young — because only lager drinkers grow old.