See that pint of beer before you? It’s not just some regular glass that’s going to sit there with its lovely golden shimmer and frothy white head and lure you with these mere superficial attractions. Of course, we’re not going to complain about such superficialities, because they are lovely, but in this beer resides a magical portal to transport your soul to a tropical island where the clear blue surf rolls up the beach to the wind-swept palms where you are bonked square on the head with a coconut! Yes, coconut, in all of its toasty, fruity, velvety goodness that has been created by the beer gods with the expressed purpose of plopping you in a gently swinging hammock with a pint of this delectable cream ale and endowing you with a smile of satisfaction so self-consuming that you will forget like an amnesiac that you are actually sitting in some cubicle playing keyboard jockey while your boss screams over your shoulder to return to reality and finish the Johnson Proposal! See? It’s working already. Coconut trumps reality every time. Give in to the coconut!