For decades Pabst operated a brewery in Newark, NJ. It was famous for the 60-foot bottle that adorned its roof and which also served as a water tower. I used to take a bus past it in the late-70s before it ceased operations. The aroma of the roasted hops was a magical, a real treat. Never drank much of the stuff, though, except playing quarters in college. I don’t think it ever actually won a blue ribbon but sometimes I crave an old fashioned American-style lager like PBR.