If you come into this situation expecting to taste a run of the mill beer, as I did, you will end up looking like and idiot… as I did.
Imagine if wine and beer had a baby. Not like making a shandy out of the 2 of them because you’re at a house party and you’ve forgotten how to spell dignity. Like they had a baby which took the good points from each parent. That’s what this beer is. It is the olive branch in the war between beer and wine. It is like an alcoholic Nephilim. A combination of the 2 with both of their powers and none of their weaknesses.