The attic is a bloody oven. A mild 75 outside it may be, but stand in the attic for about one minute and sweat begins to drip from every pore.
I'm saying it is hot. Summer beach hot.
But I got them down. Boxes upon boxes and bags and things that don't fit into either.
Then I thought I'd try New Belgium's seasonal Pumpkick ale, as I had never tried it before.
I am failing to detect the notes of cranberry or the spices the label boldly claims are in this ale. While not bad as an ale, I don't enjoy it enough to make it my seasonal brew. I'm not loving it, you could say.
|Pic property of New Belgium brewing|
I did have a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks for breakfast, however, so at least something upheld its claims.
You (pl) potate
First person singular past- potated
Future Perfect- I will have potated this beer by the time you read this post.