A large glass of beer blossoms firstly
White florets in foam layers
Don't rush to define the release of carbon dioxide
To see it's creeping and scattering.
It's also covering lightly.
Isolating the golden liquid from the outside
Too fast oxidation
Makes taste change
Have a first mouthfeel smoothly?
Then bitter and sweet with freshness
Instead of bland tasting
Dry heat does not interfere with taste buds
More hops blossom
More obvious the wheat flavor
Raw wheat cannot be replaced by other fake materials
Otherwise
Sour flowers are perishable
Leading to disorder of purine metabolism in vivo
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