Almost thirty years ago I was with a girl named Colette for a few months. Earlier this summer I was on my way to Randy's to drink beer. I stopped at the New Frontier Market. I saw Colette in the cooler. The Saison, not my the girl. It was from Colorado, where Colette lives now. I had to buy it. Randy and I drank the sixer. Colette Saison was holy. Now Colette wants me to come to Colorado one day and drink some Colette.
Ignore the too many words in sentence four error (doh!).
shame this never made it to UK!
Bill, you crack me up and Steve...this beer is just delicious. It's not hard to get but once it's gone, it's gone and it goes fast. I wish I could have one now.