Feral White

Feral White drinks like the witbier equivalent of a haiku—it knows exactly what it's doing and doesn't oversell it. You get bright coriander and a whisper of banana, but the real star is how dry it finishes. There's almost no malt sweetness lingering; it's crisp in a way that feels intentional, like someone drew a line and said 'stop here.' At 4.6%, it's genuinely approachable, the kind of beer that disappears fast because your brain hasn't registered you're drinking anything serious.

Windmills Wit

Windmills Wit has more presence—you notice it arriving. The spice profile is similar, but there's a slightly fuller mouthfeel that makes the orange peel and coriander feel rounder, less sharp. That extra 0.4% ABV might sound negligible, but paired with what feels like slightly more malt body, it creates a beer that sits with you a moment longer. It's not heavy, but it's not trying to be invisible either. More of a 'savor this one' energy.