I shared a house in the south of Sunnyvale, California, with two other graduate students who actually gave NASA value for money. About two months ago I moved to northern Florida.
Beer is expensive here, with six dollars a sixpack about the minimum for something drinkable.
And yet here was Christian Moerlein Select Lager, with an unfamiliar label but a familiarly low price of around four dollars. The logo with the buxom beer-drinking Gay Nineties lady has been replaced with a portrait photo of someone resembling H. L. Mencken, and the neck label has a blurb about the immigrant blacksmith Moerlein taking up brewing by 1853 and taking his craftsmanship to his new trade. Select Lager has a thick initial head which subsides quickly. It's lighter than the old Double Dark I used to drink, a faintly ruddy amber. A sip starts out rather sweet, but a bit hollow, as if the brewery is economizing not by adjuncts but dilution.