Parasitic, Psycho, Filthy Creature Ale
Parasitic because it’ll stick to your taste buds with a devastating sense of balance and bitterness and floral deliciousness. Psycho because it’ll drive you insane with its confounding array of nine bewildering malts, producing a twitch in your eye and a salacious grin as your dribble chin is testament to the deranging flavors of lustrous malt and all of the biscuit-bound, caramel-crazy, mocha-maddening, toffee-tainted trimmings. Filthy because the beer weenie next door expects a sissy yellow lager but you hand him an eye-bulging, hair-receding, nose-hair-growing, deep amber ale. Creature because you roll ‘em all together and it’s something that’s gonna hide under your mattress or in your closet and taunt you in those wee hours to lurch bolt upright in bed with your hair standing on end before you dash to the refrigerator for another satisfying pint of this parasitic, psycho, filthy creature ale!