La Sirene Saison. Named after those watery babes known to lure up-for-anything mariners to a horrible death, this beer is a new style mixing classical Greek tragedy with mellow Belgian farmhouse funk. An experience that will no doubt bring a bottle's worth of joy followed promptly by an agonising death.
At first, deeply satisfying - like an afternoon kip, or watching Scott Morrison fall head first into a giant blender. However, afterwards be prepared: expect your flesh to rot, leaving your twisted remains so unrecognisable that Clive Palmer WILL mistake you for a pretzel, and we all know human sized pretzels aren't going to swallow themselves whole.
Because to drink this beer will more or less result in your demise, it should only be attempted by those with a lunatic's disregard for the sanctity of life. If you've done any of the following in the last 48 hours this is for you: cocaine-fueled hooker binge, watched and enjoyed The Big Bang Theory, tucked into some Nanna's frozen berries.
This beer is the perfect accompaniment to Grexit.
Let this beer prompt some storytelling of your favourite Greek myths. Gather children around, yours or those you took off the street. Children love stories. Why not start with something light like the story of Prometheus who, for giving humans fire, was punished by being chained to a rock and having his liver eaten by an eagle everyday for eternity?