From 🇷🇺 with ❤️ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey There lives a certain brew in Russia not so long ago it is big and strong, in its eyes a flaming glow most people look at it with envy and with love but to craft beer lads it is such a lovely dear it blends malts and hops like a brewer full of ecstasy and fire but it also is the kind of pleaser we would desire Pe pe Pecan Bastard love of the Russian beer there is a can that really looks fancy Pe pe Pecan Bastard Russia's blackest brew, I guess it is so opaque and somewhat bright, as well it comes from the Russian land and never minds the "Czar" the head gets two fingers tall really wunderbar in all the olfactory state this is the beer to inhale the scent is real great with loads of pecan and oversweet coffee and unbeatable lactose for me, some milk chocolate, too and not to forget about cacao nibs I believe this is a holy healer that would seal the night Pe pe Pecan Bastard but when my sipping and tasting and my thirst for beer become known to more and more people the demands to reveal something about this appealing taste become louder and louder Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey "This beer's just got to go", demand my tastebuds and the tongue receives bags of pecan pie, plates of milk chocolate, cacao nibs, lactose for sure why not also distant licorice no doubt this Bastard has lots of hidden charms though it is a dessert, it just sinks in my throat now tonight, this beer of medium finish leaves more mocha and a tad raw chocolate although quite modest "Show me the pecan nut cake", I keep demanding and it barely does Pe pe Pecan Bastard love of the Russian beer they put some alcohol into my beer Pe pe Pecan Bastard Russia's greatest Selfmade Brewery I drInk it all and say, "I feel fine" As it turns to end, I feel it sticky and lip-glueing something like medium-full desserty for sure and rather soft and smooth 'til the end. Oh, those Russians. Adapted from Boney M.: "Rasputin", 1978 © 🎤🎸🎹🎷🎺🎵🎶