Palate creep
When I was 25 years old and a backpacker I would sit on the shores of the Med in Turkey getting hammered on Efes Pilsen and couldn't believe the richness of the malt, the floral hops, the general beer trippyness of this nectar.
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In Istanbul I would gaze in wonder at the Blue Mosque from my hotel room with a reassuring supply of Efes to hand, savouring every beautiful drop
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For most of my adult life I've craved to taste this beer again before I die.
Last year Dan's got in a shipment.
Meh