Suppose it was a really beautiful day out. Suppose it's March and the whole town smells like citrus blossoms, heady and seductive, and it was over 80 degrees out, and you have a bunch of stuff to do so you break your own rule and have a cup of coffee after dinner. Then you get caught up in things and lose track of the coffee and the time, and it's one in the morning. You think, Oh, great, now I'm going to be up all night. Then you get the brilliant idea that if you hop on your bike real fast you can run down to 7-11 to get a beer, to maybe coax some sleep out of the caffeine. Except it's a beautiful night and it smells like orange blossoms.
You don't want to get a Budweiser so you decide to try this stuff. And then you take the meandering, poky, long way home. It's dark out, there are no cars so you ride in the middle of the street, it's quiet, it's not too cold, and it smells great. It's a beautiful night.
At first taste you think, Wow, there's a lot of citrus in that, is it in my psyche or in my Ale? After a while, though, you're wondering why, if you're drinking a grapefruit, then why not just eat one of these things.
...with some of this, if you need to go there, yum.
Still, I slept like a little baby.