Space Dust
The bar was full of yahoos and drunkards rejoicing about their past debaucheries. It was a strong beer and well balanced. Why do these bastards always put the best beer in a fancy glass with a stem? Damn it I want a pint! Who gives a hooten hell if its 8.20 A.B.V.?
Don't drink it if your going to turn into a groveling stooge something similar to the dumb president, not able to distinguish fact from fiction. The ole boys at Elysian Brewing Company have out done themselves on this one.
The drunkards all had stories about how they drank too many glasses and lost something; most likely their dignity.