Every January, after the holiday rush comes to a screeching halt, seasonal depression starts to rear its pale, sun-deprived head and naked fraser fir trees line neighborhood curbs all across the country, something special comes our way from the great-laked state of Michigan.
It's a dude being crushed by a giant hop. Pretty self-explanatory.
But to elaborate:
If you're not familiar with the beer and its phenomenon, it's the equivalent of finding a Golden Ticket. Run home, Charlie! Run straight home and don't stop until you get there!
The day it was released, Berry White came home with a case of
And that, friends, is a true beer fan. Cheers.