Lake Lewisia #258

[scrubjayspeaks]

The bartender that night kept checking under the bar in between customers, and the one seated at the end of the counter finally inquired about it. With a sheepish look, the bartender lifted out a jug with an airlock insert bubbling away at the top and what appeared to be a live, actively blooming rose down in the bottom. The bartender admitted to doing a bit of brewing on the side–with the owner’s approval, he insisted–and was keeping an eye on a new and finicky batch just racked up.

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LL#258