I swirl and I sniff and I taste and I think and I consider and I recall and I analyze and I could go on and on with what I do. Too much sometimes.
The other day after chopping wood, I opened up a can of Surly’s Furious and poured all 16 ounces of it into a real pint glass. Because it all fit and it looked good. I gulped big and slaked my thirst, and despite what I said the other day about not really liking Simcoe hops, I very much enjoyed this beer.
Because I was drinking it more than thinking it. Gotta remember to do that more.