Philip Delerm. The first SIP of beer and other small pleasures of life (№ 296285)

THE FIRST SIP OF BEER.
Only the first! The other - though shot each time more, is not the same - do not give, only bottled cotton dope yeah bursting with satiety. Except that in the latter, with its hopelessness of the end, also something to eat... But the first SIP! SIP? It all starts even before reaching the throat. First, the Golden bubbles, foam cool on the lips, then a slow, tickling bitterness caress fills the sky. The first SIP seems so long! Itively him with willfully instinctive greed. In fact, everything is predetermined, and the amount - not too much, not too little, as much as you need for a good initiative; and permanent bliss, denoted by a sigh, smacking, or at least an expressive pause; and a false sense of infinite pleasure... You know: the best is behind us. Now you need to put the glass on porous circle and even a little bit his push. Enjoy the color of bitter honey, cold sun. With properly and with the placement - performed a ritual to learn the miracle that disappears as soon as they occur. On the wall of the glass with satisfaction read the title - Yes, it's the beer you ordered. However, no matter how common, would it be accurate nor consistent with each other, the vessel and contents, the magic novopromyslova. Want to save, put in the formula the secret of the synthesis of pure gold. But the alchemy behind a white table in the sun spots is reduced to the following conventions and fun the more you drink, the less. And no joy: drink to forget the first SIP.