T(welve)-7

On the seventh day of Beermas I went and bought for me

Seven avian vampire teasers

Six plans a-hatching

Five collaborations

Four miles of nowhere

Three tropical tree eggs

Two staring wings

And an icy raven looking needy

Half the days over and we are almost done with the birds.  This is the last one, those elegant white bastards.  There's no bird on the can really, but there is the impression of a swan neck winding its way across the front, reflecting the colors of a volcanic sunset.  Caravelle's Peachy Keen Wit also sounds artistic and sophisticated, ready for a flowing chat about things that matter in life.

This is a summery straw colored beer, very clear, especially in comparison with those hazies.  The very subtle aroma has more to do with sours and that gassiness than wheat beers and their grain and spice.  It also smells a little soapy.  The taste is light and clean, not sour or astringent.  It's a little fizzy and there's a hint of peach floating around, so it's a little more like flavored mineral water than straight beer.  Actually not too bad to finish off the night with, it's refreshing and thirst quenching, without weighing you down for the trip home.