When I drink beer, it makes me feel heavy with magic. It settles in my gut like a warm star. Like my wine, I like my beer dark with a swirling constellation of tiny bubbles at the surface. I feel like I’m drinking the “blood” of the land. I get dizzy thinking about the deep cauldron of myth from which this ale sprang and the plants that connect me to the gods and goddesses of honey, hibiscus, birch, wheat, and hops.