Beyond the wall, where no path leads, the garden thrives. Citrus, stone fruit, and tropical notes push through dense pine like vines reclaiming forgotten ground. A West Coast offering that rewards those who seek it.
There are gardens you cannot find on any map. They exist behind walls that have no gate, down paths that are not marked, in places you only reach by knowing someone who once tended the soil there. These gardens do not advertise. They do not compete. They simply grow, season after season, whether anyone is watching or not.
The Hidden Garden was the name of a plant nursery run by a man who understood that the most meaningful things in life are cultivated quietly. He grew roses. Not for spectacle or show, but because roses are an act of faith. You plant a bare root in cold soil and you trust that something beautiful will emerge. You prune in winter, cutting back what looks like life, because you know the cutting is what makes the bloom possible. A rose grower understands sacrifice the way few others do. He knows that the most glorious flowering requires the most deliberate removal.
When ALS took the gardener, the garden did not stop. That is the nature of things planted with care. The roots hold. The soil remembers the hands that turned it. The roses continue to open in June, red and fragrant and wholly indifferent to the fact that the man who planted them can no longer walk between the rows. The crescent moon rises over the garden wall, and the woman who loved him watches it from the other side, knowing that the moon connects what distance and time cannot sever.
Hidden Garden is a West Coast IPA at 6.9% ABV. Citrus, stone fruit, and tropical notes push through dense pine like color breaking through a garden wall. It is not named for a myth. It is named for a real place, a real man, and the real legacy of someone who spent his life making things grow. The garden thrives. It has always thrived. It will go on thriving long after the wall has crumbled and the path has grown over, because that is what gardens planted with love do.
