The Blasphemous Brew of Nameless Gods

When Benito comes over to taste wine, he habitually brings a gift, and today was no different from other occasions. Traipsing through the door, he handed me a black and silver can and said, "Try the beer that drinks like a port."

The beer that drinks like a port? Nay, brethren, like a porterhouse steak!

This was the Ten Fidy Imperial Stout from the Oskar…