Brewing one day, during the boil, it suddenly felt as though my head were soaring above the clouds while my feet were simultaneously running alongside the most pristine and untouched beaches of the world. Topless angels sung to me of great riches and beauty to behold beyond the perfect APA I was attempting to create; the beer was simply a gateway into precious harmony and splendor.
..turns out, I hadn't accommodated for air circulation in my garage and my gas burner was generating carbon monoxide at a rate that would've killed me had I let it continue. It was only my poor performance when playing Counterstrike that I suspected something was wrong. That, and the euphoria