What even IS a square nail? A quick Google Image search shows me endless manicured hands and one Insane Russian who nailed his scrotum (yes, gentlemen, you read that correctly and I share your trauma) to the street in protest of something crazy Putin did. I can’t imagine that this frustrated soul is the inspiration for the beer.  I mean, the beer is definitely bitter … but not that bitter. In fact, it has a lovely almost peachy sweetness that I’m finding to be delightful. Right now I could do with a bit of sweetness.

I have a den. I often enjoy sipping beer in said den … staring out the windows, people watching. I read there, occasionally. I admire my plants. One of these plants (her name is Leia) is a gorgeous pink-flowering bougainvillea. She’s very sensitive to change and it’s a struggle to keep her happy and pretty. She’s already died and come back to life and now she’s likely dead again because I’ve got some gangly 20-year-old AirBnB guest staying here who’s knocked her over TWICE. He also hasn’t stopped talking for the past 20 minutes as I try and type this. Telling me all about the dramas of his evening. It’s 4:13am. I’m not quite bitter enough to nail my balls to the street.

So I sip this delicious beer.