Ancient Greeks told stories of “ambrosia”, the food and drink of the gods. Us mere humans believe that one day we will get the chance to taste, just once upon our lips, this unknown blissful flavor. And once we achieve this goal… well then what? That’s where beer fills the gap – from imagination, to spout, to lips. Beer brings a swirl of flavours that are only enjoyed in the mouth of the beholder. And this is how us mere humans experience ‘ambrosia’. The feelings and aroma fill our senses with the feeling of floating on clouds, like those that we would lounge upon in Mt. Olympus.
I once experienced the bliss I write of. The name of this mystery stout has escaped me for over four years. I have tried, in vein, to once again experience this particular ‘ambrosia’ – a Chocolate German Stout. “I’ll get a pint of the Chocolate Stout,” you might hear me say, from the other side of the beer garden park bench like table. To no avail, no beer has compared ever since. On a special night out at a normal pizza restaurant in downtown Seattle, with the woman I am in love with, this particular beer came into my life and changed everything. I remember it vividly- 13% ABV, thick, chocolatey, smooth, expensive (but worth it). Years later, although I know I may never find that same dark tulip-filled glass of bliss in my hand, I raise each glass in comparison of that majestic day that chocolate stout came into my life.
As we each hop from bar to bar, looking for that special feeling again, sustenance may be found in trying new things. Because one evening when you least suspect, with friends and loved ones around, the bar tender will slide your way that same mythical glass… and you’ll forget all about it as the swirling events of that night send you to the place where only Gods may sit.
Check out what Rick is doing when he is not seeking out the blissful flavors of oatmeal stout beers: http://www.rhwdesigns.com
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