A citra-hopped mega ale of intergalactic proportions. Transmission 135.12: One of the interns spotted a highly hydroxylated mass orbiting our third moon. We can tell very little except that it is most certainly from some uncharted backwater of Laniakea. We've already discovered some subgroupings, including an area of bottles, kegs, and garden gnomes (containing no metadata or cohesive communication skills) of special not, found in the cushions of an orange couch, was a hand-scrawled rune containing a libational recipe using our precious citra bine-an inordinately massive amount! who could possibly convert our life source into such a casual beverage? What's it got to do with beer? Beer speaks. People mumble. How'za bout trying one of our other fine ales! Maybe a - tropically hoppy - Lagunitas 12th of Never Ale. Alc 8.0% by vol.