A journey shown by path unknown revealed within a dream. The way began, a lizard man, with eyes of crystalline. "Drink this," he said, poured frothy head and wandered on downstream. My mind transfixed from lizard licked as trail began to sway. Then toothy beast, the bine's dear priest, appeared a wrinkled gray. "I have for you, a cloudy brew" his countenance astray. I did my bid and blazed my lid then handed back his stein. Through haze of smoke, once more he spoke of terpene laced lupine. Upon your tongue, will hash be hung til sirens' steal your mind. To be continued...

As we journey through the infinite somethingness, we discover truth & beauty, and realize that we are all family vibrating on the same plane. Exploration is a vacuous endeavor without the shared experience. What we desire is connection, and beer has always been there to provide, so buy the ticket; take the ride.

Wilson, formerly known as Rhombus, is like an IPA that grew up in Malibu. Citrus, tropical and pine, its sunny and breezy with a subtle malt backbone. But don’t let that laid back vibe fool you, it packs a strong hop flavor that will have you California dreaming.