Пиво The Absence of Essence - Hop Hooligans

Water, Grains (Extra Pale, Flaked oats, Wheat malt), Hops (Columbus, Idaho 7, Centennial, HBC 630, Citra BBC), Yeast (London ale III) Sometimes a rock is just a rock. Just like all the other smaller bits around it—the same structure, the same fabric, molded by millenia. Still, that's what you get. A rock, a pebble, a grain of sand. Stars are pretty much the same. Sure, they shine bright, almost blindingly. Yet, they're just more rocks plunging outwards, into nowhere. The Sun's the shiniest of pebbles, at first galnce. But maybe It's just angry, shouting its molten bits into the ether, grasping into the ether. Does it make sense to do the same?