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It's not often you are at the birth or even rebirth of a beer style or c...
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It's not often you are at the birth or even rebirth of a beer style or catagory, but this really is it. To be brutally and rudely honest, at first I thought a beer called 'White Stout' was a gimmick. Now, as much as it may receive a certain amount of media attention due to the almost oxymorial name, it is definately no gimmick. Look at the meaning of the word 'stout' and you'll see that it can also mean big and strong. The beer term 'Stout' that has become synonymous with jet black richly dark malted beer was simply the adjective of the old term 'Stout Porter', meaning a strong or heavily malted porter. Stout was also used to describe other strong beers. Therefore you could have a stoutly hopped beer, with a stout abv, and stout malts. This is a ressurection of an old style revamped. Hefty and powerful in both pale malt and hops, it is a symphony of malt and hop in a perfect harmony of alcohol by VOLUME!! and this one goes to 11. IT'S BEAUTIFUL!! http://www.durham... Buy one and play it on high volume.
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This is the UKs No 1 selling premium ale and it's very gorgeous. Fuller'...
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This is the UKs No 1 selling premium ale and it's very gorgeous. Fuller's produce 184,320 pints of this beautiful beer EVERY DAY. And with their commitment to quality, you can trust that everyone is class in a glass. It's quintesensually British and a perfect session drink. Theres tangerine coming off of the Target hops, cloves and maybe cardamom from the Challenger hops and the Northdown hops give a well travelled slight pink grapefruit bittering on the finish. All balanced perfectly on a crystal malted barley bun. If marketed right this could be the World number 1 selling premium ale. B G Score 92/100
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A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS. AKA (THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS). by Clement ...
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A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS. AKA (THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS). by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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