Hopreation Blood Orange

Blood Orange IPA

There is a place. A cold, unforgiving place with bright lights and little green men who have plucked us from our trees. They come with their knives, their probes, and their saws. They strap us down and extract our blood. They take every last drop. Some say its to create something gourmet; something greater than who we are. A delicious beverage for the world to enjoy. We are a sacrifice to a more divine power. We are the ones who give them the blood of the orange.