Here we are left with improvised narratives of deteriorated realities. Delighted by the imprint of faces we came to recognize. Beguiled by the voices that haunt us when they enter our spaces. And yet still we remain flummoxed by the names we failed to collect. If only the fragments could be pieced back together again. Well, that would be just ace. Evolution with our friends at Cloudwater Brew Co. Whirlpooled with Incognito. Aged with toasted macaroon coconut and fresh orange zest. Double dry-hopped with Motueka, Eclipse, Loral, Sabro, and Citra Cryo.