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"A Ruse by any other Name would smell like feet ." At least thats what I thought.
I am both affronted and aggrieved . (busy boy)
One of the local brewers has played yet another nasty trick on me . They offer several selections of truly unique beers .
From "Don de Dieu" (gift from God)(don,t quote me) to "Maudite"(Bloody or Bloody hell) The names run the gamut of originality and taste .
"Trois pistole"(three pistols) is my favorite . That is until now . I figured the worse the name and the closer they got to the underworld the stronger tasting the beer would be .
"Gift of God" being the best and "Bloody Hell" being the worst .
Those foul beasty brewers pulled a fast one on me . don,t get me wrong .
Three Pistols is good . Actually excellent to this unrefined palate.
As a result of the Sarge and his Celtic missive I decided to cast off the chains of ignorance and let the reins of inhibition slip .
I picked up a quart of Bloody hell . Two mile walk ? Hah, that just serves to whet the appetite . I had a half finished chili waiting for a couple of ingredients so I reasoned away the walk .
This is beer on lees so care must be taken . Carefully held upright in a double bag with a can for ballast I spirited my treasure home . A strategic upright placement in the freezer. For fifteen minutes I wiled away my time coaxing the stalled chili back to life . When it was burbling nicely in its peppered pot I snuck up on my prize and popped its champagne cork .
Careful , careful , this must be done in a single pour to leave the lees (dregs?) behind. Blast and preserve me this foamy elixir is too much for my favourite glass .
I allowed what was left to pour into the chili . A lot of foam and a couple of ounces of amber tinted brew were left to cascade into the pot . I always regret leaving the last ounce in the bottle . Once having tasted that bitter sludge you know not to tempt the fates again .
Those sly Devils at Unibrou cast the dice into dark shadow . From the first hesitant taste(read greedy slop) I was amazed . At best a mild bitter this beer was an angel in disguise . (well maybe a fallen angel.) Not even as formidable as Three Pistols it was as easy to drink as it was hard to pour .
I took my dose of foamy excess in stride , stirred the chili once more and scurried off to the den witn my prize . no ,No, I've lied to you . I must confess I took a healthy draft before my plunge into the netherworld which is my hallway . Caroming along its shadowed passage requires sustenance .
Arriving at my destination slightly worse for wear . (eight percent on an empty stomach can produce miracles of a clandestine nature . The beers nonsubtle yet sneaky advance was harbinger of things to come .
I delighted in its nongrandiose approach to befuddling my senses . Its range of tastes left me eyeing the bottom of my favourite glass as an enemy sudden discovered . Woulds that I had bought one more . Beglad that I didn,t. I never would have eaten the chili .
Those crafty pagans at Unibrou(Unique Brew?) may have been saving me from my undoing . They have one called "Holy Water" which must be a Devilish concoction considering the delight they have in misnaming their beers . Ranging in content from seven to eleven percent they are not for the faint of heart . Well....... I may faint . I,m willing to take the chance .
Oh B:T:W: They have one called "Fin Du Monde" (End of the World)
Like Guinness I may not be ready to assail that one just yet .
I am both affronted and aggrieved . (busy boy)
One of the local brewers has played yet another nasty trick on me . They offer several selections of truly unique beers .
From "Don de Dieu" (gift from God)(don,t quote me) to "Maudite"(Bloody or Bloody hell) The names run the gamut of originality and taste .
"Trois pistole"(three pistols) is my favorite . That is until now . I figured the worse the name and the closer they got to the underworld the stronger tasting the beer would be .
"Gift of God" being the best and "Bloody Hell" being the worst .
Those foul beasty brewers pulled a fast one on me . don,t get me wrong .
Three Pistols is good . Actually excellent to this unrefined palate.
As a result of the Sarge and his Celtic missive I decided to cast off the chains of ignorance and let the reins of inhibition slip .
I picked up a quart of Bloody hell . Two mile walk ? Hah, that just serves to whet the appetite . I had a half finished chili waiting for a couple of ingredients so I reasoned away the walk .
This is beer on lees so care must be taken . Carefully held upright in a double bag with a can for ballast I spirited my treasure home . A strategic upright placement in the freezer. For fifteen minutes I wiled away my time coaxing the stalled chili back to life . When it was burbling nicely in its peppered pot I snuck up on my prize and popped its champagne cork .
Careful , careful , this must be done in a single pour to leave the lees (dregs?) behind. Blast and preserve me this foamy elixir is too much for my favourite glass .
I allowed what was left to pour into the chili . A lot of foam and a couple of ounces of amber tinted brew were left to cascade into the pot . I always regret leaving the last ounce in the bottle . Once having tasted that bitter sludge you know not to tempt the fates again .
Those sly Devils at Unibrou cast the dice into dark shadow . From the first hesitant taste(read greedy slop) I was amazed . At best a mild bitter this beer was an angel in disguise . (well maybe a fallen angel.) Not even as formidable as Three Pistols it was as easy to drink as it was hard to pour .
I took my dose of foamy excess in stride , stirred the chili once more and scurried off to the den witn my prize . no ,No, I've lied to you . I must confess I took a healthy draft before my plunge into the netherworld which is my hallway . Caroming along its shadowed passage requires sustenance .
Arriving at my destination slightly worse for wear . (eight percent on an empty stomach can produce miracles of a clandestine nature . The beers nonsubtle yet sneaky advance was harbinger of things to come .
I delighted in its nongrandiose approach to befuddling my senses . Its range of tastes left me eyeing the bottom of my favourite glass as an enemy sudden discovered . Woulds that I had bought one more . Beglad that I didn,t. I never would have eaten the chili .
Those crafty pagans at Unibrou(Unique Brew?) may have been saving me from my undoing . They have one called "Holy Water" which must be a Devilish concoction considering the delight they have in misnaming their beers . Ranging in content from seven to eleven percent they are not for the faint of heart . Well....... I may faint . I,m willing to take the chance .
Oh B:T:W: They have one called "Fin Du Monde" (End of the World)
Like Guinness I may not be ready to assail that one just yet .
