I Couldn’t have picked a better hiking beer, were such a thing to exist outside of say, Colorado. Even at a suboptimal temp, that slightly brackish Powerade lemon note was drillable on a BP level. Tempered acidity and the mild grist make carbonation the only tether limiting full on croosh, but that is probably for the best. There was an undeniable degree of “venue bias” attendant to the experience, like when you have to suffer through dipshits who studied abroad in Praug rattle on and on about unpasteurized Pilsners. We get it. Even still, very tasty.
Notwithstanding this beer shines greatest in warmer conditions, the “out of doors” that is universally shunned by the alabaster skinned beck beards who form obedient ranks in the sleet for syrupy vials of saccharine succor. Those kinda guys. At any rate, Athena is god damn refreshing and seems to lovingly crowd the space that Westbrook gose all but eked out in the hillside, the grapple points for low abv lacto now well-tread. Winter is never coming, so might as well stock up.