On the open windowsill of the whitewashed farmhouse sits a golden-crusted pie cooling in the summer breeze, and the alluring scent drifts about the orchard rows, where the succulent peaches dangle and swell beneath that brilliant summer sun. And in your pint is a luscious brew with deep golden shades and amber highlights, just like those peaches mellowing beneath that blue sky. You raise that pint to your nose, and you are greeted with an ambrosial aroma of fruity goodness like those heavenly peaches ripening before you. And now you treat your taste buds to the first sip, and your senses are consumed with the delightful doughy zing of wheat malt and the bubbly exhilaration of peach pie. Now you laze in the rocker on that wooden porch and watch as the sun grows amber with its descent between the orchard rows. Yes, this is going to be a brilliant summer.