“Pleasure’s a Sin, and Sometimes Sin’s a Pleasure,” wrote Lord Byron in Don Juan. Whether focused on entertainment, happy satisfaction or sexual enjoyment, mixing pleasure with beer promotes good karma. Read more…
Woman on the Scene
The dead of winter seems to have its own charm – the smell of seasoned oak burning in the fireplace, muffled rumblings of your SUV rolling across a snow-laden driveway, the barely perceptible clink of glasses and an occasional shout of Na Zdorovie in the distance. Ah, the sweet pleasure that emanates from the man cave in winter! A beer cellar, brought to reality.
“Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no,” wrote J.R.R. Tolkien. Such caution presents a dilemma. Christmas Ales and Winter Warmers are meant to be drunk deeply, until the brain turns fuzzy and elfin creatures appear. Not the little Green Faeries of absinthe fame, but Beer Elves who morph in the glass and drench the lips in spice.
Echoes of the past drift in my thoughts… scenes from an old farmhouse where, as a young adult, my friends and I warmed ourselves by the fireplace from late autumn harvest through winter snows. Not just one fireplace, though. This house had one in every room, including the six bedrooms upstairs. One in the kitchen was impressive, with a firebox so high we could dance inside, if we dared.
The roses, Michael, they’re stunning!”
“Happy birthday, Lover. And the color?”
“Gorgeous … deep … blood red.” I spooned the words slowly, feeding him each in a provocative tone, projecting a visual descriptive for his mind’s eye.
Few pleasures are more satisfying than watching sweat beading up on a body of amber, copper or intense ebony. Instantly, my diversion triggers salacious thoughts and I want to have the added indulgence of devouring the lusty aromas and flavors that go with it. I want it to extinguish my thirst, not merely douse it. Nothing quenches a thirst like Belgian beers in the wild.
She walks in, smiling like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, her dress swirling loosely from her hips. She is here for excitement, her sun hat tipped gently to the side, swaying like a samba dancer as she shimmies into her seat. “My first time and so far I am considering it to be my new ritual.” What man wouldn’t love to hear those words pouring out of the mouth of a gorgeous woman? Breaking from her normal routine, this girl is ready for action, a neophyte in the world of beer.
If I could live the greatest sexual fantasy in the world, it would combine the romance of beer and chocolate on Valentine’s Day with the seductive lust of oysters and stout by the time we rolled into Fat Tuesday.
This ain’t no ball & chain, baby!
Philadelphia’s stunning light-show embraces the sky along the Schuylkill Expressway at night. Despite the moaning and groaning traffic delays, my breath is always momentarily halted by the sight of Boat House Row, the Art Museum, and Philly’s skyscrapers – from the Comcast Center and Liberty Place to the ever-changing Cira Centre and the granite twins of Commerce Square. Read more…
What’s a girl to do during the late autumn and winter warmer season?
I seem to fall in love as late autumn rolls into winter … not that I find anything terribly romantic about Pilgrims. No, no. In actuality, it must be that last crunch of leaves under-foot, a crisp chill in the air as the seasons wind down, smelling of dampened earth and ripening apples. I’m a bit promiscuous at this time of the year. How could a girl possibly be loyal to one, with so many wildly vibrant beasts awaiting discovery each night?
Standing amidst all those strong figures with coppery bronze bodies or gleaming black middles, I find it hard to choose without exploring every nuance. I want to indulge in them all, each one making my lips tingle, brimming with spice. Some call themselves Seasonals, and others, Winter Warmers, but each one heats-up with a unique style. I want them all. Women who love craft beer are like that. Read more…