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Now – lemme tell ya. I’m quirked up thinkin’ – what’s her endgame? Retire rich? Hah – fat chance! Maybe she’s dreamin’ – big house, picket fence. Sarcasm alert – sure, buddy. More like – “I’m trapped here forever,” *Amour* style. Breaks my heart – but she’s still kickin’. Respect that – balls o’ steel.

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Brewed with an abundance of oats and fermented with our expressive house ale yeast, it's dry hopped, per usual, with bright and pungent Motueka and Nelson.

Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my half-eaten pie! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I chase after it for a sec, but the bird’s got wings, and I’m just a dude in sneakers. So, I give up and laugh. Classic Motueka, right?

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