Imagine the brilliant sunlight beaming over a verdant, grassy meadow overlooking the meandering Rhine, with riverboats lazing along beneath a blue sky peppered with puffy, cotton clouds. And now animate that landscape with your hand grasping a glass of this enlivening golden nectar, with its gracefully diminutive bubbles rising in homage to the sun. Your first sip of this frosty brew trickles quickly to those depths and quenches your soul, but can your words truly capture that evanescent feeling struggling to form the words of mere mortals? Your mind is framing thoughts of the crisp and clean malty flavors and its precarious balance with the hop's subtle bitterness, and your reflections then focus on the delicate fruitiness so gracefully complemented by the slender noble hop flavor. But the wisdom of your soul dashes such words of folly and wisely basks in this golden wonder, and your musings uplift you into that breathtaking blue sky.