Naturally, you can trust the patron saint of poor vision when he bestows his blessing upon this heavenly Belgian Tripel. Behold this angelic, golden brew, and you’ll think you’re standing before the Pearly Gates. Indulge in one sip, and you will have stepped into the light. In the classic Triple-style brewed by Trappist monks, this lush, pale, effervescent elixir will titillate your senses with crisp, divine malts and spirited yeast spiciness, and the bubbly buoyancy will consecrate your tongue with a dry hop finish. Pour yourself a chalice, and contemplate the name. “Saint Who?” you say. Well, don’t go “cross-eyed” trying to figure it out.