I bought a sixer of Sammy Adams' Winter Lager on my last beer run and imagine my surprise when I went to the fridge and pulled this out of the carrier:
That's an SA Blackberry Witbier, which I wouldn't have bought by choice, given my recent less-than-satisfying run-ins with American fruity beers. This one is no different, bein' way too sweet for my tastes... but we shall drink the damned thing anyway. And then follow it up with a Winter Lager, which we both wanted and expected. The best laid plans, yadda, yadda...
Today's cigar is an Acid Kuba Kuba... a fine lil stick that often graces our humidor. It looks like today might be a two-cigar kinda day. I just kinda-sorta feel it in my bones and elsewhere.
Update, 1535 hrs: Round Two.
Update, Part Deux: Under the awning, in two views:
You need to view the second picture in its original size, i.e., click for larger. In which we thank The Deity At Hand we don't suffer from allergies as the cottonwood detritus resembles a snow storm in its most intense moments. But other than that? It's the finest of fine days here on The High Plains of New Mexico. I hope your day is half as good, Gentle Reader.