Every Midwesterner knows, no two Snowstorms are alike, so we change it up every year because it showcases our ability to adapt to the times. Back in the olden days, it was no small feat to take our beer by wagon to the local establishments, especially in the dead of winter. We had to find inventive ways to make sure the beer arrived, and our patrons didn’t run the well dry. This meant long hauls and even leaving beer unattended at the bottom of the hills when it was too heavy for the horses to make it up in one trip.
This year’s Snowstorm is a menagerie of specialty grains with notes of sweet bread and spice. It smells of rich mahogany, and is best enjoyed while surrounded by many leather-bound books.
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