Take a sip and close your eyes. You’re in Los Angeles, El Segundo to be specific, you havent lost your wallet. You’re walking to the beach, you get there and you feel at peace. The hum of city is far to your right, the waves gently crash in front of you, You have a beer. It’s crisp, 5.5%, just enough to let you sink into the soft sand a little. Silky, resinous, oily hops coat your mouth. Blood orange juice squeezes over your tongue, aromas of flower bouquets and pine fill your nose. The waves gently crash in front of you. Everything is ok.