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Heineken Holland
A good girlfriend and avid mescaline abuser once described a mescaline high as that heroic sensation experienced on the cusp of dispensing a bottled-up hearty canine excretion. For those readers weary of mescaline but fiending for the euphoria of elimination, look to Holland's fine export, Heineken. Its masterful dichotomy of hops, bitterness and grace leaves competitors little room to dethrone it as the everyday/all the time beverage of choice. Only for events such as baby showers, foreign vacations and fleeting moments of adventurous prowl should the special super-brews (Belgian Blancs, Czech stouts, and microbrews) temporarily elbow Heineken aside. Heineken is best when slurped down cool (not real frigid) and should only be sipped from those beautiful green bottles - ignore the cute mini-kegs. If you find yourself in Amsterdam, join the Heineken brewery tour where you'll be treated to a complimentary hour of guzzling Heinekens with childish Argentineans. Read more articles in Beer Garden » |
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