This special ale is something fairly new under the sun. It's got a lot of wheat, it's rich with hops, it finishes dry. We've watched with some amusement as the internet beer rating sites argues over how to 'classify' it. We're in the camp with Japhy Ryder when he declares to Ray Smith that "Comparisons are odious!" You ever notice how everything has to be today's version of yesterday's whatever. Well, whatEver. Sometimes we wonder what the world would be like if everything was perceived for what it is, and not what it reminds you of. The sun would rise everyday as if for the first time, you'd wake as if newly born, you'd see your lover next to you anew, the air would smell like flowers, work would be like the first day back in school, a beer would make your eyes roll back in your head in ecstasy... well, maybe not... but you get the idea...

There's an old saying; 'The more things change, the more they change'. This is NOT the same tasty Pale Ale we brewed at the beginning. It has accomplished what we all eventally want for ourselves; It has been made new again. We never let this sexy old girl go unbrewed... We dug its hops and its soft malt thing, but as we at the Brewery have changed we, well, we grew apart. So we decided to get her a chin lift. The results were good, we got a tummy tuck and a brow flip to go with it and there was a little flab that we lipo-sucked out. The results were so good that we went all the way and performed a scalp-scrape, a through-the-arm-pit implant thingy, a toe flop, a cuticle float, a radical corto-conical inter-abdominal spine snip and hip and knuckle replacement to boot. Now the beer is almost unrecognizable even to its former self and while the final version is brighter and more sexy in every way, the same old girl is still underneath it all in the soul of the flavor as it spreads itself across your palate and enters your blood on its way to your brain to make your mind do tricks...