Smoked malt is one of the more dubious tools in a brewer’s bag because thresholds are vastly different. What to one palate is a hint of bacon or a whiff of BBQ to another is ashtray or Band-Aids. How can Carton ignore playing this game? Where can smoldering aromatics go off the beaten craft? In Swisher we have reassembled the deconstructed aspects of Swisher Wrap. Rich dark malts brought smoky by the addition of oak smoked pale wheat, touched with sour cherries and a heavy plug of the hops that smell like their cousins. Drink Swisher and hand me down a 50-pack.