On the day the birds were created, the Peacock was bestowed with splendid plumage. Dissatisfied, he begged for the Nightingale’s sweet song, believing that beauty such as his deserved a voice to match. As penance for his vanity however, the Peacock was given a voice that would forever lament his lack of perfection. Sip of this juicy and hoppy sour ale, reflect upon your gifts and be happy.
AROMACitrus / Fruit
CHARACTERHoppy / Tart
PAIRS WITHFish & Chips / Pork Chops / Poutine
A fruit bomb driven by a generous Citra and Amarillo dryhop additions. Soft round and tart, Popinjay - this new world sour - is refreshing, sessionable and more-ish.