Several years ago, a college friend, then living in Vermont, came back to the Midwest to visit family and brought me a single can of beer, holding it forth with veneration as if bestowing on me a religious relic. Heady Topper from The Alchemist.
I’d only heard about it, as I lived far from this brewery’s market (Vermont only), and apparently only had one friend willing to drive halfway across the country to deliver a can.
