On a misshapen island away from the eyes of the world, the inhabitants have twisted together German noble hops and Munich malt, an unholy Amber Ale brewed to trick the tongue. Do not speak its name. A crooked gesture will suffice.
For this redesign we were given the freedom to change everything except the name of the beer and we were told to “turn the Island up to 11.” The end result is stranger, twisteder, and crookeder than ever.
