O for a draught of vintage! that hath been <br />
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvd earth, <br />
Tasting of Flora and the country-green, <br />
Dance, and Provenal song, and sunburnt mirth! <br />
O for a beaker full of the warm South![size=-2] <br />
[/size] Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, <br />
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, <br />
And purple-staind mouth; <br />
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, <br />
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:<br />
<br />
-John Keats
Meadmaking! occasional fruit wines and spirits, beginning to think about taking the plunge into in AG beer!