We’re hosting a charity event for the Bumbling Badasses Walk MS team and helping them raise funds for the Walk MS event happening at James Island County Park on May 3rd.
For our part, were donating $1 for every pint sold from open to close (12-8) Sunday, April 27. We’ve also created a brew especially for them and are releasing it that day! Come support the team and try our new brew, Badass Sunrise!
As the first rays of dawn broke over the sleepy park nestled within an ancient forest, a motley crew of cryptids trod cautiously along the dew-kissed path. Among them were a long-snouted Chupacabra, a squinty-eyed Sasquatch, and a medley of mythical misfits, each with their own stories of survival and intrigue.
Today was unlike any other. They gathered not to lurk in shadows or evade curious humans, but to celebrate something rare: the arrival of Badass Sunrise, a new 5% ABV Tart Fruit Ale that could only be conjured under the most extraordinary circumstances.
As the sun peeked above the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, the Chupacabra, his eyes gleaming with mischief, cradled a can labeled with bold, heavy metal flair. “Guys, this ale…” he paused for dramatic effect, “it drinks like a tequila sunrise, straight from the shores of Elusive Bay.”
The Sasquatch leaned in, the scent of fresh-squeezed orange juice, perfectly ripe pineapples, sweet dark cherries, and tangerine zest wafting into his nostrils, stirring something primal within him. “It’s like the essence of summer captured in a can!” he rumbled, his rumbling growl echoing across the clearing.
With each sip the cryptids took, the world seemed to awaken around them. The vibrant flavors cascaded over their senses, igniting the cryptid spirit concealed inside each of them. Time shifted, as history melted into the present; they weren't simply drinking beer — they were tasting freedom, nostalgia, and the wild adventure that came with being hunted and hidden.
As they shared laughs and stories, the camaraderie brewed deeper within them, like the perfect fermentation process of their beloved ale. They were more than just creatures lurking in the dark; they were legends, gathered to bask in the glow of a badass sunrise — the dawn of a new era for cryptids and brews alike.