St. Huhlousinayshun's Quadruppel
Bow you head, knave, and defer to the eminence of the patron saint of mental illusions, for he has placed before you this consecrated chalice of an anglic elixir, and with the celestial rays beaming from the cup, you comprehend the task that awaits. First you swirl the mahogany tonic about the bowl and admire the heavenly lace sweeping the sides, and then you raise the potion to your lips—and the revelations begin! You are greeted with a welcomed warmth of complex caramel and malt sweetness, quickly followed with the mind-expanding aromas of spice and fruit, filling your mouth and making your senses shiver. And as your grasp upon reality begins to quaver, your tongue momentarily pauses your descent with the dark fruit flavors of plum and raisin—but it's too late! And as you slip completely from reality, you ask "Saint Who?" Well, don't start "hallucinating" trying to figure this one out.