Stout - Candle

A Stout, the black stuff, a pint of plain. A cool, dark glass waits for you, setting slow and steady.

A long-standing ritual, right there in black and white. You watch, mesmerised until, at last, you take your firsts ip; smooth then bitter. You let out a satisfied sigh. thirst quenched and patience rewarded. Worries of the day washed away. 
No fuss, no frills, just pure reward. A promise made and kept.

Made in Ireland.