Which is unsurprising when you consider that it’s made in NZ, and those people rarely do anything in half measures.
New favorite beer.

It’s 6 AM Sunday morning in the city of Melbourne and I’m wide awake. Jet lag, that queer mistress, has me sitting at a desk in my buddy’s house, waiting for the sun to come up so I can nip out for a cup off coffee.
I kinda like jet lag in a weird way. It’s enlivening to be out of sync with your world. You keep strange hours and witness things you wouldn’t have under normal circumstances. For example- the sunrise. When was the last time you saw the sunrise? Probably the last time you had ecstasy, and if you’re like me that was at a New Years Eve party in 2000.
You’re probably anticipating a tangential and typically self indulgent screed right now but I’m far too weird to deliver.
Give me a couple of days to right myself. I feel like a frozen snow-dome.