So the girlfriend recently went to a beer manufactory with the intentions of creating a brew so delicious, so compelling, as to turn me into a beer drinker.
I won't beat about the bush - this beer is a travesty. I have no idea how they go about explaining the process of beer creation at this place, but needless to say they need to work on their methods.
I have never been one for enjoying the finer foods so I've not had the need to improve my food related vocabulary but here goes: It smells like crap. The first attosecond seems pleasant, with the distinctive beer smell the first through the olfactory gate. After that, however, things turn grim. To be honest I don't have a point of comparison so will refrain from elaborating further, but needless to say, things are grim from the off.
The taste follows an incredibly similar trajectory, with the first drop seeming palatable, only to descend into chaos mere moments later.
Despite this, and despite the expense, it's something I'd recommend to anyone. The intrigue inherent in not knowing what is going to turn up on your doorstep, coupled with the crushing disappointment, is a valuable life lesson in patience and setting expectations. There are few things in life, and were it not beer, I'd recommend it to anyone from the ages of two to two hundred.
As there is alcohol involved I am required by law to only recommend making your own beer starting from the age of five. So, for everyone from five to two hundred years of age should try this out.
(To be fair to the girlfriend, they were limited in the ingredients they were allowed and the volumes they could create. You would think they would steer their customers towards something that actually tasted decent, though.)
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