I watched the bead of moisture roll down the slender neck of the glass, as the little bubbles rose energetically to the top. The hops were fragrant and the head was fantastic, you know? persistent. I tool another draw of the cold amber liquid and savored the bitterness as it slid down my throat. I felt it settle in my stomach, cool and seductive in contrast with the humid, roasting Caribbean night. This was what god intended for me tonight.
It’s a whole different level of sexy to enjoy something so utterly. Knowing that I was this instrument of the birth of it, the one who crafted it and now to enjoy the product of my labor. Soothing me, making this heat a little more bearable.
There is nothing like a home brew.