Fermented in regret. Bottled in satire. Served post-dump.
🔬 From MemePharma to Microbrew Meltdown
Following the legendary release of Pumpcillin™ Draught 001, the tank at Memebrewery.fun is now pouring its second dose of degeneracy: Rektosin™ — Brew No.002.
Crafted from the emotional wreckage of a thousand Twitter threads and airdrop hopes, Rektosin™ is your post-pump postmortem. This isn’t a celebratory pour.
It’s a consolation sip for those who bought the top and held for “fundamentals.”
🧠 Brew Notes: Neural Hooks in Every Drop
This isn’t just meme-beer.
It’s neurologically-charged satire designed to anchor itself in the degenerate subconscious. Carefully fermented with:
- Loss aversion aroma — sharp, regretful, unforgettable
- Memory loop carbonation — makes you recall the exact moment you didn’t sell
- Hopium residue — clings to your tongue just enough to try again
- Retroactive clarity hops — flavor notes of “I should’ve known”
And every bottle is neuro-wrapped in red chart overlays, forcing a visceral reminder:
-92% isn’t a number. It’s a feeling.
📉 Recommended Serving Scenarios
- After watching your meme coin drop 70%… overnight
- When you realize the dev actually was the liquidity
- During unsent messages to your pump group
- When the Telegram mod says “still early”
Rektosin™ is best served warm in a mug labeled HODL, with the lid slightly unhinged.
💊 Companion Pill Available: Copy Pills™ Series
This brew is cross-listed in the Copy Pills™ MemePharma collection.
Look for the Rektosin™ 500mg capsule NFT, crushed and capped with:
- “Not Effective During Denial”
- “For Degen Use Only”
Mintable soon in the 3-pack foil blister NFT or keg-wrapped version for brewery-native collectors.
🧠 Neural Advisory: Anomaly-Aware Brewing Detected Spike
Before this post ever fermented, our internal memetic sensor grid (you know the one) picked up a spike in emotional recoil sentiment across the degenosphere.
Rektosin wasn’t formulated because people were hurting.
It was synthesized the moment we sensed it coming.
We don’t chase narratives.
We pour them.
🍻 Final Pour
So here’s to all the entries that felt right.
All the green wicks you ignored.
All the liquidity you were.
This pint won’t fix it.
But it will let you meme it.
And that, dear degen… is half the cure.
