"Once, a soup of brewers decidid to rest in a honeyberry patch. Slumbering among aromas of fresh fruit, they all dreamed the same dream. In it, they brewed a sour golden ale aged for four months with ripe honeyberries, full of notes of red grape, blackberry, and tart cherry. When they awoke, the beer was sitting right beside them. What else could they do but toast to their good fortune, rest in the shade for a bit longer, and sip the beer of their dreams?"