Beers Eye Drunk

St. Peter's Organic English Ale has a brilliant blend of murky, herbal flavors. It's like a quality pub ale, mixed with a pureed bag of grass clippings from the Elysium fields. There's something magical and earthy inside, as if it were filled with dark early morning dew or beard trimming from Eric the Gnome. It’s utterly strange and unforgettable.

I've had this beer a couple times now, and I’ve been putting off writing an entry in this blog. You see, I wanted this entry to be a classic, because in my view, St. Peter's English Ale is a milestone in the investigative beer experience. Anyone, flirting with the oddness of strange beers, baring a compulsion for new things, will hit this beer someday and be floored. In fact, it kind of tastes like floor, but in a good way, but that's beside the point.

This beer is captivating and dank at the same time. It looks more like an old-timy whisky bottle than a beer bottle. Yet the murky amber is somehow regal in its apparent quality and freshness, a rare harness of the wild, fecund earth. Since this beer, I don't get mad at nature for all the crap it drops on the hood of my car. If nature weren't alive and kicking so hard, you wouldn't be able to taste its liveliness in anything, like you can in this organic ale.

I'm reminded somewhat of that Yeats poem, The Stolen Child. This beer is calling you away from your worldly weeping. Disappear with the magical faeries of intoxication into the dark and magical land of St. Peter's Organic English Ale.