Penitent
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Captain’s Log:
Dear friends, if it should ever happen that you meet a pitiful wretch on your way, a little distressed creature, one without defence, who of his own free will calls down destruction on his head—well, pass him by in silent fear! It is a penitent, do you understand?
The penitent must wear a coarse cloak and live on water and dry bread. He must walk and not ride. He must beg. He must sleep among thistles. He can know no sweetness except in suffering, no tenderness except in grief.
Ingredients: water, barley malts, hops, and yeast.
330cl, 6,0% vol