A narrow pinprick of light unfolds and spreads into the cold and dark at alarming speed. The scene of the universal origins? Hardly. A spotlight of ecstatic enlightenment upon yer gaze.  Beaming happy, shiny photons in yer general directions is a calm, hazy glass of Dogfish barleywine. Sam C and his beer nerd cadre can do no wrong in some circles. It’s exceedingly difficult to disagree here. A part of yer non-existent soul yearns for the liquid parchment known as barleywine. Sips of this are in ancient Sanskrit, excavated from the furthest depths of yer taste organ. Quarrying the mind for appropriate phrasing becomes taxing. Yer numbing up in the biting, winter wetness. Oh, and with that 15% too. Could be a factor. Assuage yer trepidation, for surely yer brethren are with ye. Share this precious liquid and bask communally in the warm glow of Dogfishy reverence.  -Pedro Wooley

A narrow pinprick of light unfolds and spreads into the cold and dark at alarming speed. The scene of the universal origins? Hardly. A spotlight of ecstatic enlightenment upon yer gaze. 

Beaming happy, shiny photons in yer general directions is a calm, hazy glass of Dogfish barleywine. Sam C and his beer nerd cadre can do no wrong in some circles. It’s exceedingly difficult to disagree here.

A part of yer non-existent soul yearns for the liquid parchment known as barleywine. Sips of this are in ancient Sanskrit, excavated from the furthest depths of yer taste organ. Quarrying the mind for appropriate phrasing becomes taxing. Yer numbing up in the biting, winter wetness.

Oh, and with that 15% too. Could be a factor.

Assuage yer trepidation, for surely yer brethren are with ye. Share this precious liquid and bask communally in the warm glow of Dogfishy reverence. 

-Pedro Wooley