Forgotten Ground Regained

Seraph's Milk

This ale is our crown, (English style),the unrivalled extraction of a resin when honeyed.
We’d purchased in perpetuity the painstaking incantationsfor this language-loving Londoner’s beerwith gnomic blood.
So these beers are prayerful, and for many sippersour seraphs’ nectar is the milk to recovera clambered skull.
Watch as our brewer imbues these runeswith a rime of smoke – to smoulder and temperand claim the elixir we’d casually describedin the 17th-century as a “stout mead”.
Actually, we’ll keep it aging in our oaksfrom Holland, from where we’d inherited our talent,rather Groningen, where we’d begotten our skill.
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