There are five of them, for now, or already, and they have enough to damn us. They are the 5 vintages of beer, born in Les Ponts de Cé, without warning, but which have already made the headlines. We patiently listen to the barman's comments and we escape a little, looking surprised, amused, zieutting the labels, furiously out of sync and which already say a lot before the first sip. We examine the golden weave of the beverage through the droplets that grow on the glass, then we smell the foam and its hints and listen to the soft and promising litany of carbonic particles that escape. This is it, the moment of exhilaration is coming. The moment when our lips plunge into the smooth, supple, fruity, slightly bitter beverage. The sip swells the mouth which prepares an expected swallowing. The liquid rushes to the bottom of the palate, which holds back a little. It gives way to the tongue, which still benefits a little from the molecules, then gives way to the pleasure of the satisfied throat. What remains is a colony of impressions of a complex nature, as little was expected of it in the end. Damn, that's good. Quick, one more swig, then one more. Our thirst is quenched. With friends, another night, on other occasions, for sure, we'll taste them all 5 again, I promise.
DUMNAC'BEERS 13, rue Rouget de Lisle 49130 Les Ponts-de-Cé (France)
