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While ominous clouds out of the nearby nuclear reactor darken the skies, we strive to make a new specialty beer for the people.
It’s night outside…
The wind is screeching through the hollow streets of Munich…
The City sleeps that’s when the scum crawls out their holes.
A beer light as the common voodoo hoodoo but smashing heavy on your taste buds.
Our black beauty
Experience the complexity of malt. If you need to grease your wheels, this is the beer for you.
Have you ever heard of Macumba, or IPA?
My Grandfather was a brewer in Trinidad. And he used to say: ‘If there is no more room for lager, Zombräu will walk the earth.’
And now the time has finally come!