Made by Flying Monkeys Craft Brewery
Normal is weird.
From the depths of the fermenters arise hop-mutant golems of pure alpha acids. We’ve all seen it before—alligators of enormous size in the sewers, little turtles who grew to talk and fight crime, cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers …and now, hop mutants from the barrage of IPAs that coat our lives. They’ve come. The norm is not just weird … it’s mutated.
Normal is weird.