We?re going to have a new beer. It?s going to be called Smoke House Ale.

Like the name, Irish Ale, it's nothing fancy, just a great tasting sweet, caramel-y beer.

Note, that yeast of good Beer, is better then that of Ale.

Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain -- Quaintest thoughts -- queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Merrily taking twopenny ale and cheese with a pocket knife; / But these were luxuries not for him who went for the Simple Life.

Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, and sing enamoured of the nut-brown maid.