Bridge Road/Mikkeller Dark Harvest. Or should I say Bridge Røad/Mikkeller Dark Harvest. Huh? Wow. This baby couldn’t get more Dano-Australian fusion unless our Mary had personally gravalaxed an emu and served it to Lars Ulrich.
Dark Harvest is best enjoyed if your name is Jorgen and you moved to Surfers Paradise from Copenhagen in 1964 and you got a job as an architect specialising in canal homes but now you've retired you can spend most of your days in a pair of blue dick togs which perfectly complements your complexion, which has turned from lily white, having only seen an average 3 hours of sunshine a year in Denmark, to the colour of a leather handbag.
Upon returning from the beach where you've basked in direct sunlight until your skin is literally sizzling like a chorizo a la plancha. You’ll remove your sunglasses – revealing a tan that makes you look like panda in reverse – and pour that sweet, sweet Dark Harvest all over your face.
From a clog (racist)