His hand felt like an oven mitt — filled with stone. “My god,” I thought as I removed my paw,…
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This past weekend, our glorious nation was awash in green beer. I meanwhile found myself tasting a pink ale. Before…
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I grew up in Ohio, just south of the snow belt. My favorite home was a wood frame on a…
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After a recent party at a friend’s house, our host opened the small Stolichnaya bottle and the smell was overwhelming….
Sour beer, white lightning from South America, smoked rum, and liqueur made from the sap of a tree in Greece…