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Altitude - Good Times

Low ABV

"One of our core values here at Altitude is having a good time. Some days are naturally gonna be better than others and some dont go as planned, but as they say, you can turn lemons into lemonade. When its time to pass up a beer, we respect that. But it never means you shouldn't be having a good time as good times are all the time with us. This extra pale ale is crafted with all the best qualities of a full flavoured brew but without the booze."

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