Grateful Not To Be a Dead Guy Ale
Yeah man, I remember Haight-Ashbury back in ‘69, and as this brown blotter fluttered off in the wind like a butterfly, I began to taste the psychedelic swirling of my tie-dyed tee shirt, and, uh..., what was I just saying? Well, maybe for some down-to-earth refreshment and out-of-this-world taste, you’d pour a pint of this deep coppery ale that, like a flashback, is just aching to turn amber. And the flavors, dude—they’re like nutty and bready and malty and creamy (man, this is giving me the munchies), and the hops balance on your tongue like a teeter-totter and then, like a mirage evaporating off your taste buds, give way to a floral, spicy finish. This beer tastes like a..., well, I forget, but short term memory loss is a good thing, man, because I’ll just have to drink another!