wicked witch

west coast ipa

She wasn’t subtle, and that was the point. A swirl of smoke, a sharp cackle, the Wicked Witch of the West ruled with flair and fear. With a single all-seeing eye and a temper to match, she didn’t just cast spells, she made an entrance. It wasn’t about hiding in the shadows; it was about taking up space, commanding the sky. This beer takes its cue from her.