Reign in Acai
Of Elephant and Man
Once, wishing to broaden the hoppy horizons of some comrades, I brought a couple bombers of Rogue Chocolate Stout to a party. I was expecting a cask full of praise for the full bodied finish of espoused oats and cocoa dancing the makarena on their untrained palettes. What I received was a yard full of grimaces, followed by a lampooning, topped off with the rise of the King of Beers galloping down their gullets like a chaser of misère. Never will I recommend music, nor beer to any of my peers again.