Back in the ‘60s, Rainier made an ale that was addictive. It came in a green quart bottle and when tipped over, beautiful, amber-colored nectar flowed into your glass. Sure, it smelled like swamp water but it thrilled the palate.
The people in Washington called it “Green Death” and they were not far off. (I read where it was one of two ales that came closest to a Medieval brew and won some kind of award.)
I used to take the RV with wife and kids, go down to the boat landing in Oceanside, CA, park it and turn the kids loose without a worry. I’d break out the lawn chair, keep two quarts handy and, ever so gently, slip into a drunken stupor while the fresh ocean breezes wafted over me. A few hours later I’d wake up feeling like I was reborn.
There is much to be said for that kind of therapy.
Alas, either the formula was changed or I was, but the stuff started giving me nasty headaches and I had to bid a sorrowful farewell.
Nowadays, they apply that name to a malt liquor. How the mighty hath fallen.
Say what you will about 'malt liquor', the name has become a pejorative in recent years due to it's association with the 'gangsta' culture, but there are some really good tasting ones nowadays and they do have a 'kick'.
I'm kinda fond of this one...................