The bird is the word today, as in I’m tippin’ the bird with a real Czech lager from the Heinnie crowd. They say a golden pheasant in a field is good luck, the sign of a bountiful harvest. Of course, a flock of geese in a field is the sign of a golf course, so watch your step because the expression “like shit through a goose” is fact based.
Seems like a good segue into some culture from the COMDB poetry corner.*
Golden pheasant under glass, sounds classy but I’ll pass.
A Golden Pheasant in my glass, you bet your ass that’s real class.
A golden pour lighter in person and reminiscent of a pheasant of a golden hue. Malt hops aroma combo, fresh and snappy with a tang present. The taste is a traditional malt lager with a hoppy crisp slightly bitter finish and an acerbic aftertaste. The aftertaste fades, and its big swig time. Tippin’ the bird big time now. It is certainly easy drinking once the aftertaste is an afterthought.
A solid traditional Czech lager big swigger back to basics big bird bottle of brew.
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