Nobody wears stilts anymore. That's upsetting.
Whatever happened to the spirit of celebration?
Have other brewers forgotten, or worse yet, never known about a time not so long ago when hop growers wore stilts to harvest hop vines that often reached 20 feet into the air? Have they forgotten about the towering festivals that would follow?
Our take on pale ale remembers. It is Belgian and American alike. A lively celebration of old and new traditions, perfect for fests and feasts. And in a way, there's nothing more Belgian than that.
So to honor these aerial imbibers and masters of a lost craft, we put them on the label of our hoppiest brew.
Feel free to revel with friends. Stilts optional.