217 Brew Works' Kandagadda ISPA beer

217 Brew Works' Kandagadda ISPA

IPA · 6.8% ABV · ~220 calories

217 Brew Works · Wilson, North Carolina

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Beer Description

The Telegu word for “Elephant Yams”, Kandagadda’s bounteous hops blend is artistically complemented by five unfiltered malts and Wilson-grown sweet potatoes.

India Sweet Potato Ale

This brew highlights Wilson County agriculture and will initially only be available in Wilson County establishments. The name “Kandagadda” is the Telegu word for the Elephant Yam, an ingredient largely supplanted by sweet potatoes in modern Indian cuisine. Telegu is a language local to the historic trade route between England and India that spawned IPAs. In this tradition, Kandagadda ISPA is made from ingredients from five different countries in addition to the local Wilsonian ingredients. Kandagadda sports a clean, aggressively fruity hops bouquet that is deftly counterpointed by a rich maltiness laced with sweet potato.

The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas,
Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth;
The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease,
Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.
How bitterly I’ve cursed it, oh, the Painted Desert knows,
The wraithlike heights that hug the pallid plain,
The all-but-fluid silence, — yet the longing grows and grows,
And I’ve got to glut the Wanderlust again.

Soldier, sailor, in what a plight I’ve been!
Tinker, tailor, oh what a sight I’ve seen!
And I’m hitting the trail in the morning, boys,
And you won’t see my heels for dust;
For it’s “all day” with you
When you answer the cue
Of the Wan-der-lust.

The Wanderlust has got me . . . by the belly-aching fire,
By the fever and the freezing and the pain;
By the darkness that just drowns you, by the wail of home desire,
I’ve tried to break the spell of it — in vain.
Life might have been a feast for me, now there are only crumbs;
In rags and tatters, beggar-wise I sit;
Yet there’s no rest or peace for me, imperious it drums,
The Wanderlust, and I must follow it.

Highway, by-way, many a mile I’ve done;
Rare way, fair way, many a height I’ve won;
But I’m pulling my freight in the morning, boys,
And it’s over the hills or bust;
For there’s never a cure
When you list to the lure
Of the Wan-der-lust.

Robert William Service

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