Bengali Tiger - Sixpoint Brewery
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I CAN only hang my head in shame - I have been bested at mine own game. First, I planned to allude to "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by The Tokens until I realized that it was the wrong animal! Then, I fell back to Wm. Blake's "The Tiger" until I pulled up the text of the poem and remembered the lines which were semi-quoted on the CAN! Bugger all, m'lord! Thank goodness it did not take place on a Friday when my poetry association would be meeting. What's that, Jeeves? TODAY IS Friday !?! Oh, the shame, the horror of it all. Lord Steve Carr would be so disappointed in his charge ...
From the CAN: "What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? [Wm. Blake] Strides forward with a malty cadence, then leaps with a wave of bitterness. Slashed with a giant paw of citrus, pine, and resin! Note the lacing of stripes around your glass it is the mark of the Tiger."
Oh ho, El Tigre is in the glass! He is a tawny beauty, following the Crack & Glug and he understands that while he is powerful, Woody is the Master of the CANQuest (TM) and he may not unleash the full fury of which he is capable without the possibility of a drainpour. The mere mention of which makes him pull the two tawny fingers of his tail back upon himself, leaving heavy tracks in its wake. His body is long and sleek, a deep orangish-amber with the slightest of haze, as though to add to the distraction. What distraction, you ask? His musk! He smells like a pine forest, where he likes to hide and roll around so that he takes on a resinous quality. "The better to fool you with," he snarls, baring his bitter teeth and their attendant breath. This tiger has no culture and it will be left to me to tame him. Aaaagggh! From the instant that he is in my mouth, he is clawing and thrashing around, his intense bitterness taking no prisoners, initially, until the natural malty pheromones and adrenalin kick in and Woody again has the upper hand. Finish is strangely soothing, tea like in its lack of intensity following the initial attack. Sadly, it is of no matter, as the two of us will be locked in immortal combat with no quarter asked and none given. We will be in this cage until the end of beer, each trying to best the other with no outcome in sight. Or maybe I'll opt for Door # 2, the one with the Lady, vice the Tiger ...
06-18-2011 01:02:03 | More by woodychandler
Bengali Tiger from Sixpoint Brewery
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