You can feel the tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise as the perspiration beads around your brow and your hands shake in trepidation—because the temptation is too great! There it is, the object of your desire, with its lacy white head floating like a halo over that maddeningly beautiful Belgian White, which is both golden like the gates of heaven and cloudy with a heavenly white aura. And that lovely perfume pulls you in and alludes to the inescapable flavors of sweet and zesty wheat malt which frames the crisp and creamy body before stepping aside for the spine tingling flavors of coriander and Curacao. You know you need it and the seduction is driving you mad. So go ahead. Have no fear and indulge your temptation. One innocent sip won't lead to the fall of mankind, though it will certainly lead to the fall of your pint!