I signed up the first client for my new business today.
And then, I….
Raced the Quattro home in sport mode (Beltway traffic be damned!), ran inside and grabbed my Victorinox Climber to cut through the wax seal on that special bottle of Cygnus X1 Grand Cru I had been storing for just this day.
Why this bottle? Why this beer?
RUSH. Cygnus X1. Hemispheres. My other car is a red Barchetta. In my dreams, worthy of a Grand Cru.
A quick hello to the wife and a peck on the cheek while the same Swiss Army knife’s bottle opener deftly and effortlessly lifted the bottle’s cap and — ahhh, that relaxing “pffft” of CO2 pressure being released is calming. A moment of zen.
Then, what glass for this bourbon-barrel elixir? Surely no Bass Ale-logo’d pint glass would do. A-ha! A Stolzle Glencairn whisky glass, of course! Curious how wine snobs have their tulips and bowls to match every varietal, yet beer folks don’t give the glass shape a second thought. It matters! So I pour …
Not too much of a head – but I know it’s Pellegrino, not Pabst, damnit. And wow that color! Deep and golden brown, like Il Carato Acacia honey, perhaps a bit more amber than ruby hued.
I take glass and bottle outside, to the covered back porch, cast Moving Pictures on Spotify to the outdoor speakers, and sink into my rocker.
Finally a taste… no black hole here. Figs and vanilla and heaven is a Belgian style quadruple ale from the Bull Run area. Is it beer or bourbon? I’m really not sure. The Trappists got nothing on this one. Worth the wait. Wow.
“On my ship, the ‘Rocinante’
Wheeling through the galaxies,
Headed for the heart of Cygnus
Headlong into mystery”
It was a good day.
“Everybody got to elevate from the norm.”
-Mitch – BadWolf Customer