In the nomadic sequence of foraging that is beer selection, Pike’s glowing neon rainbow of packaging stuns yer rods ‘n’ cones. An eery aura envelopes you until a successful purchase is completed.
Interesting, Palatable, Average
3 nonchalant adjectives raising a notorious question: to beer or not to beer? Handing yr hard-earned greenbacks over for 6 slushy hop bargains may not ring clear and true here. But letting yr friends pour one out for ya like a fallen homey? So be it.
Essentially, it boils down to this-a colonial beverage of the variety found in Tom Paines study. A common sensical (wink!) hop ale for those rutting around like bull elk during the raunchy pangs of mating season. Don’t stray too far afield—wolves and “accidental” hunters lay near, salivating. No, step hoovily toward the gravitational center of this year ritual, an elky dominatrix with a bugle so sensual it’ll melt yer antlers.
But stop stiffly plodding and (en)gorge yerself on the procreative powers of Pike’s IPA