The Poet

Under the creamy head on this oatmeal stout, there lies a treasure that's dark and complex, much like the poet author of the Raven.

Lines on Ale (1848)

“Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.”

― Edgar Allan Poe