A stretched hourglass is perched before you. It’s top open to the world, tempting you to fill its volume. The curves of the glass hint at the delicate nature of the brew it demands. Equal parts clove and banana, a pale cloudy mixture, a symphony of satiation. There’s no sense in waiting – you’ve earned it today. With a yellow hue, only matched by the sun, you begin to pour your Hefeweizen.