Köyry inhabits a creaky old shack,
(‘s)not the shacks fault though, call it a knack
or a nose for unrest, an oak you can’t cloak.
Once you smell smoke you wish you’d never spoke.
Köyry is a bitter one, but nostalgically so, you might say. He’ll complain, but in a way that makes you feel cozy inside, so you get back to it. Enjoy Köyry cool (8-12°C), while listening Absoluuttinen Nollapiste – Eräät Tulevat Juosten. It might be worth translating, if you have a nose for that kind of thing.
West Coast Session IPA
alc. 3,5% vol.
Water, Barley Malt, Hops, Yeast.
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