From the mouth of the haze goddess herself breathes the inspiration for the haze and the juice, the extravagant and the fresh. Offerings of our finest hop flowers go by the armful into our fermentation vessels multiple times over, and only then can we evoke the nebulous and ephemeral notes of the most blessed fruits. When consumed without delay, one might expect to be drenched in the consecrated waters of honeydew, cantaloupe, and candied navel orange. It is only through the veneration of the freshness that we can truly embrace the silky texture and opaque veneer of this hoppy gift.