If you're like me, you could give two sh_ts about partidges, pear trees, french hens, calling birds, or geese a laying. I actually am interested in the 8 maids a-milking and the 9 ladies dancing...that sounds amazing...but neither here nor there. This is about my love and adoration for the brewmasters at Sierra Nevada for brewing a beer that sends me into pleasure center induced euphoria. This could be the best beer I've ever had...and I've had a lot. Trust me. Get this. You owe it to yourself and your liver for all the years of Busch and Natty light you tortured it with throughout college. Cheers.
