And... yet another deep doff of the cap. What... a... beer. I finally spotted a Sam Adams Holiday Pack the other day and leapt onto it, shattering every bottle and injuring a small Navajo boy. I wept at the lost beer for several hours and then, assured the young lad was resting soundly, went out for another Holiday Pack. And this baby packs a punch. Of great beer. We're talking 2 Boston Lagers, 2 Winter Ales (oh man), 2 Cranberry Lambics (aw yeah), 2 Old Fezziwig Ales (ooh spelling... I really should check that...), 2 Holiday Porters (hell yeah) and 2 of these babies. Or, in latin effin beerum bliss, man. Um.

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This entry could well be called "reviews" rather than the singular, but I chose to focus on one beer out of many (like certain American mottoes. Awwww yeah) to really review. Why it's: So Brigadier Bock and I gathered around the table with the following braus:

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