Fake Empire

his is a liquid homage to our two beery heroes. A funky fusion of nuclear proportions made simple. And not a microbiologist in sight. Pours hazy gold.

Funky aromas unfurl. And a big Citra dry-hop hit unloads, balanced perfectly with grapefruit zest for a distinctly tart take on our all time favourite hoppy beer.

Blood orange and ripe juicy peach layer over delicate funky undertones. And a dry tart finish awaits.