Amager Bryghus Stormbringer

Amager Bryghus - Stormbringer - 440ml can Alc. %: 8.2 Stijl: Hazy Double IPA THT: 25 feb 2027 Login Op voorraad

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Beskrivelse: Hazy Double IPA, hopped and dryhopped with Columbus, Citra, Simcoe, Krush and Galaxy.

Oprindelsesland: Danmark

Alkoholprocent: 8.2% vol.

Aldersbegrænsning: 18

Brand: Amager Bryghus

Type: Double IPA

Varedeklaration/Allergener: vand, BYG, HAVRE, HVEDE, humle, gær

Emballage: 44cl. Dåse

Amager Bryghus – Stormbringer: Hazy Double IPA, hopped and dryhopped with Columbus, Citra, Simcoe, Krush and Galaxy.

The fog over San Francisco Bay hung like wet burial cloth the night Stormbringer vanished from Alcatraz. His cell dripped brine; bars writhed like kelp; the word RELEASE was clawed into stone by something sharper than bone. They said no man could swim those black currents. They were wrong. He had not swum. He had been summoned. Years in solitary had cracked him open, and something older than the prison, older than the rock itself, poured in. Now freighters disappear. Survivors whisper of him walking the waves: a feral Greek god, long blondish hair and beard streaming wet gold, eyes the pale blue of glacier hearts. A single white cloth clings to his hips, a torso carved from stone, every muscle lightning-frozen. Armed with a dagger of living white bolt. When Stormbringer raises it, the ocean rises: black cathedral walls that shatter into red rain. Corpses wash up flayed to wet marble, lungs barnacled, mouths sewn with silver line so the deep keeps its secrets. No one knew his mortal name anymore. The prison records burned in a fire no one could explain. Only the gulls remember, screaming his new name into the wind whenever storm clouds gather like funeral shrouds. Stormbringer is coming home. And the tide is hungry.