Water, Grains (Pilsner malt, Wheat malt), Hops (Hallertau Mittelfrueh), Yeast (Wyeast 3726), Extra (Pink peppercorn, Grains of paradise) Every day starts the same, with the same march through the same damp, dew-heavy grain field, pulling the same ball and chain behind you, way before sunrise. This wicked yard time forces you to the same ritualistic exercise, aiming your tools at the indifferent heavens time after time, right before plunging down into the crop whimpering at your feet. It's cruel and relentless, until the sunset sends you back to your bunk, crushed and depleted. Damned to never taste the fruit of your labour. You know what you did.
Не Дюпон, слишком грубый, бельгийские фенольчики прут как не в себя, а солодовая часть показалась странноватой.