"I haven't seen you for a long time, and the longing for you grew with each passing day. I had to try others, but with every stranger's touch I thought of you. None could replace your unique character and depth. Many have tried to imitate you, to steal your name, but none have even come close. Now we are finally reunited. When I held you in my hands again for the first time in all this time, it felt like centuries had passed. Your familiar scent reached my nose, a mixture of malty warmth and fresh purity that immediately took me back to a time when you were still by my side. The first touch of my lips on your rim was refreshing and invigorating at the same time, as if you carried the essence of purity and tradition. Your taste a symphony of the finest barley, clear water and noble hops is incomparable. You good German beer according to the old purity law, I missed you, and now I know that nothing will ever come close to you. Sorry, I love the USA and the people here, the culture and everything, but brewing beer is deutsch...;"
