It turns out that dead people's souls go to a small shed in Scotland, where an elderly man compresses and ferments them to make the best microbrew ever.
- Mood: Not Impressed
- Listening to: sound waves
- Reading: Dante Aligheri
- Playing: no, working
Genius. How were these secrets revealed to you?
Sure, you talk big about revealing the secrets of the afterlife... but where's a label? How am I supposed to drink Gran-Gran's soul if you won't tell me the name of the beer?
I had some once. came in an old coke bottle. looked like urine with a slight green tint. medium bitterness with a complex fruity flavor; banana at first, shifted to citrus after it breathed. aroma of rose petals and the ocean. good head retention. it caused these fabulous hallucinations during which she said her name was Martha DeBier.
As far as I can tell, there is no name. He uses recycled bottles. Look out for beer with a black label that stays cold without refrigeration.