Lost Abbey Red Barn Ale

This Farmhouse Ale traces its roots to the small rustic breweries of Southern Belgium. The word Saison comes to us from the French language and it means Season. Lightly spiced with Organic Ginger, Orange Peels, Black Pepper and Grains of Paradise, this brew promises to quench your thirst on the hottest Southern California days or wherever your travels may take you. Available in 750 ml bottles and on draft at select inspired locations.

OG 1.065 TG 1.012 6.7% ABV
Malts- Two Row, Flaked Wheat and Flaked Oats
Hops- Phoenix and German Tettnang
Yeast- Belgian Saison Yeast
Adjuncts- Dextrose, Ginger, Orange Peel, Black Pepper and Grains of Paradise

The Red Barn Story
Be it a river, a brook or a stream, there is something so incredibly soothing about the sound of water moving peacefully with the land it cuts through. You stop and watch as fish of all sizes dart in and out from the banks foraging for food. SMACK, a small trout plucks another water bug from the surface causing the rest of the insects lounging in the placid pools to take flight.

A boy, looking very much like you at 10 years old, settles in along the bank near his favorite fishing hole. Dressed in tattered jeans, a checkered shirt and straw hat, he is instantly your own personal Huck Finn. He baits a hook as a worm squirms away not realizing the fate bestowed upon him this day. You watch Huck settle into the grass knowing there is nothing to do but sit and wait. This simple scene confirms in your mind that this is a brook full of life and you set out on the path revealing its edges.
Along the way, a whispering easterly wind begins dancing in harmony with the overgrown grass in a shady grove. Breathing in a ballet of choreographed movement, nature rehearses. The brook rambles along pausing only at a small waterfall. Crystal blue water cascades in a soothing chorus while no one stops to notice the beauty to behold. For too many, this is nothing more than simple farm land.

Off in the distance, a Red Barn hides out content to do nothing more than was asked of it. Another summer day stretches out towards the crisp autumn nights and soon, work will begin on another harvest. The barn relaxes knowing full well that for each and every season, it will remain unmoved- yet touched by everything that nature has to offer. And we’re left to wonder, does anyone notice or even care to stop and appreciate the beauty of the Red Barn?