Description

Thoughts have it that they like to circulate. Sometimes they are fleeting and we easily forget about them, and sometimes they are persistent and do not give peace, like a song that the neighbor switched on the entire regulator at two in the morning. She woke up, she got angry, and you can't fall asleep because you are humming her under her breath. After years of work in the beer industry, the thought of her own beer began to arise in her head. At first she appeared shyly, in a moment another pushed her, Mrs. Thought "Will it work?" However, the idea "I dream of my own craft beer, own brand ..." she was coming back and she couldn't leave. When the hops with malts began to appear in the dream, when instead of the name and surname came the words Craft Brewery, there was nothing else to do but make the dream come true!