The first taste is not pleasing; but it induces a second, and a third.

By-and-by the flavour grows upon the palate; and now beware, for if a small quantity be thrown upon the fire it will blaze up with a blue flame like pure alcohol.

That dark vinous-looking ale is full of the strength of malt and hops; it is the brandy of the barley.

The unwary find their heads curiously queer before they have partaken, as it seems to them, of a couple of glasses.

The very spirit and character of Fleeceborough is embodied in the ale; rich, strong, genuine.