I’ve been messing with a new brew that might have a secret story—like a recipe whispered from a smuggler’s log. Ever come across a beer that actually tells a tale?

I’m brewing something called “Midnight Market Ale.” It’s got this smoky rye base, a splash of orange peel, and a dash of star anise, so it tastes like a night walk through a night market. The twist? I’ve hidden a tiny, edible piece of dried seaweed inside the mash that gives a salty hint—like the memory of a trader’s secret stash. If you catch the flavor, it’s the same moment the trader whispers his next destination to the bartender. So you taste a bit of mystery with every sip, just like a hidden note in the label.