The shifting leaves of the fall season speak of change. The comforting ruminants of the summer slowly give way as a crisp breeze chills the air, portending the coming harshness an snow that winter annually promises. As the sun sets, and the moon rises, the nights grow colder, breeding shadows in the darkness. Following the last harvest, The Harbinger sinks is wintry talons into the earth of the abandoned fields, where wolves stalk the empty meadows of rye. Out of this landscape, The Harbinger was born.... This double rye pale ale is a beast: At well over IBUS and with a ferocious ABV, backed by the dry, spicy characters of the rye, it will sink itís teeth in and not let go. Soon enough, you will realize that the harbinger is a beer that really has a bite.