Truth is, with my mind saying "beer" when I took the first sip I almost spit it out. If it weren't for the future Mrs. Angry Momma being present I may well have. But then on a revisit, with clear mind and scorched palate, I was able to appreciate this beer for what it was meant to be. Namely, NOT a beer. The essence of feremnted pomegranite, raspberry and cranberry mixed with honey vinegarette and foot-smashed malts was cleansing...immediately clearing my entire body of all detrimental effects rendered by my last 10 years worth of x-rays combined. Also helped get rid of the previous night's Double Macho Burrito.
That alone made it worth the price of admission. :clap:
So heed this thread...next time you see a man in a top hat and tails driving a wagon pulled by a single horse, selling a "one-of-a-kind" beer...buy it for medicinal purposes if nothing else.
Dave, where can I order more? :thumbsup:
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