BrewDogging #10; Paradox Longrow

It's the first drink after that cold walk by the long shore; you still have salt spray on your lapels and up your nose, some old burnt hash under your fingernails from that spliff in your jacket pocket, a nub of chocolate behind that fractured filling that you keep meaning to get fixed, the morning's first coffee still stuck to the roof of your mouth, the whisky you nailed in one by the roaring log fire as your pint was being poured.

Pardox Longrow will be many things to many people; there's what it means to me.