Mr. Magic Hat "Ticket to Rye"

If this beer were a man...

...he would be tall, of African decent, and built, with dreads so perfect, that you couldn't help but wonder if God had a hand in crafting each one individually. As he towered a foot above you, you would imagine how safe it would feel to be wrapped in his arms. And when you described him to your friends, you would swear that his biceps were the size of your thighs. You would stand close to him when he spoke, breathing deeply to take in his earthy scent with a subtle sweetness that you could not get enough of. The week following your encounter, your friends would get sick of hearing you pine after this beautiful man who oozed masculinity, while portraying a humble gentleness. They would ask you repeatedly why you didn't ask him for his number, and each time you would reply, "I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!" They would giggle at the Wayne's World reference, but you weren't entirely kidding.