When I saw this beer in the store, my first thought was, “Has Rogue lost its mind?” My second thought was MUST TRY MUST TRY MUST TRY MUST TRY
I nearly never got a chance to buy this beer. You see, it’s one of a kind — and shall never be brewed again.
Apparently “brux” means to clench or grind one’s teeth, often during sleep, as the day’s stresses seep into your subconscious. Which might not bode well for this beer.