New Brew Release – Fox Party

A new brew appears! It’s a Fox Party!

Our latest release is a White Sangria inspired sour. With heaps of melon and mint, this one is sure to keep the party going, but you’ll need to be quick as this fox doesn’t stick around for <a href="http://long.

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The Fox Party was in full swing, a celebration draped in sparkling lights and whispers of love, but tension crept through the laughter like shadows at dusk. In the dim corner of the venue, a figure emerged—slightly out of place among the jubilant crowd. An uninvited guest, clad in an all-black ensemble that absorbed the warm hues of the gathering, stepped forward.

“Oi, wanna hear what the night’s missing?” the fox said, their thick Cockney accent cutting through the revelry. The crowd fell silent, the anticipation thick enough to slice. With a playful flick of the tail, the fox produced a unique concoction—melon and mint danced together in a frosty glass, the essence of a white sangria trapped <a href="http://within.

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“Here’s a toast to ya, darling,” said the fox, their gaze fixating on the bride-to-be, shimmering with joy yet caught in a whirlwind of pre-wedding anxieties. “May your love be wild and unpredictable, like a night after too many of these!”

Intrigued, she accepted the drink, her fingers brushing against theirs in a spark of electricity. Music pulsed in the background, but in that moment, the world collapsed around them. The tension of a strange connection filled the air—an unspoken bond forged in the half-light of heartbeats and close <a href="http://proximity.

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“Life’s not all sunshine and daisies,” the fox mused, leaning closer, their breath laced with the hint of rebellion. “Find the thrill in the chaos, love—embrace the <a href="http://shadows.”

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As laughter erupted elsewhere, the fox could see her resolve waver. She was offered a choice—a taste of the unknown, a moment stolen from the cusp of her marriage. In a swirl of dark romance, she sipped, feeling the boundaries dissolve, caught between a future she was meant to embrace and a wild path uncharted. The party faded away, leaving only the soft lingering taste of melon and mint… and the hint of a life yet to be fully <a href="http://lived.

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