Twin Elephant Galloping Hill

Atop the rounded hill his steed breathes deep against the night air, hooves slink into the greens of the hallowed links, the chariot of the cursed primed to gallop. He’s on a quest to find his head “carried away by a cannon ball,” and ferry those unfortunate spirits who cross his maddened path to the nether realm. And so we pay homage to the infamous local spectre with a Hoppy Belgian Blonde that has a hoppy look in its’ restless headless eye. It’s a pleasant 3 lb / bbl mauling of Lemondrop, Saaz, Loral & Sabro. Ever and anon roaming over Belgian pilsner malt, crystal oats and wheat. Dry, refreshing and unfiltered. Herbal, floral and subtly fruity. Notes of lemon, light dough, plum, slight melon, white grape, pear.