One sip and you're deep in beaver. Put your lips where the flavor lives. Wet beaver. Thirsty mouth. You do the math. Bubbles rise. Standards drop. Hot cans. Cold beer. No pants required. Served hard. Swallowed easy. Taste the beaver. Regret nothing.
She's hoppy, she's wild, she's dripping with flavor
The crown's not the only thing he's packing.