On the day the birds were created, the Peacock was bestowed with splendid plumage. Dissatisfied, he bagged for the sweet song of the Nightingale. Surely a beauty such as his deserved a voice to match? As penance for his vanity however, the Peacock was given a voice that would forever lament his lack of perfection.
Sip of this juicy & hoppy sour ale, reflect upon your gifts & be happy.
Brewed in Canada