Starless

One time Mr. Raccoon took a long walk through a long field of tall grass. When he got to the edge, there was nothing. It was space. A vacuum. Being an adventuresome tiny bear rodent, he jumped off, but not into something, into nothing. As he fell through the starless abyss, in swooped Senorita Nighthawk, grabbing him by the neck scruff and flapping him off further into the darkness. There they came upon Archduke Flying Bear, and they all sang a song of bliss and ignorance and beers and laughter before going poof and becoming nothing. This nothing becomes an ethereal smooth dark lager from Thuringia.

Wiseacre Starless

THE INSIDE SCOOP

We use an old german technique for imparting darkness without extracting bitterness. Its called “mash capping” and it consists of crushed roasted grain being spread upon the mash over the top just before the grain is rinsed.