On the twelfth day of Beermas I went and bought for me
Twelve war-drummers blundering
Eleven alarms peeping
Ten lords a-leering
Nine sinfully good black beers
Eight lizards leaking
Seven feathered friends a-fluttering
Six phoenixes rising
Five photographic plates
Four flying saucers
Three sunny toucans
Two dogs in costume
And a lone eagle flying free
It would have been nice to end with my beloved black beers, but I guess the solstice was a couple of weeks ago. Days should be getting noticeably lighter soon.
Pale gold, very fluffy head, it's a good looking beer, you have to give it that. There's just a whisper of modern ale hops, but not a nose-grabbing amount. It's fairly strong flavored, though, with a solid kick of bitter. There's something else in there too, something toasty and more lagery than I was expecting. There's also just the mildest fruitiness floating on top when you take a drink, not even solidly citrus or tropical. I can't quite identify it, but it's something you might have after a long day of shooting unsuccessfully at fleeing rebels. You know, because it's healthy and good for your eyes. And you don't feel like you can reward yourself with, say, chocolate cake.
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