Ancient Order of Froth Blowers

1 Tim. 5:23 Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach’s sake and thine often infirmities.

Though the origins of the Ancient Order of Froth Blowers are lost to history, the habit of mankind to take a little tipple now-and-again is well documented. From the ancient Egyptian concoction that only just passed for fermented brew, down the ages to today and a true perfection of a nice single malt, much of humanities enterprise has been intertwined with fermentation and distillation. Of course, there has always been the temptation to imbibe too heartily or too often. If one chooses to walk the tightrope, one must take the chance of falling. But greatness lies in attempting the deed, knowing too well the danger, trusting to oneself, and finding in success that one’s character is better for the trouble. So let us all take the advice of Saint Paul and use a little wine for our infirmities. For we may find that we are better men for it, and history a little richer for us living it.

“A ancient secret society of absorptive brewphiles who sedately consume and quietly enjoy with commendable regularity and frequention the truly delicious hopped and malted beverage as did their forbears and as humans ever will, and be damned to all pussyfoot hornswogglers from home and overseas and including low brows, teetotalers and not excluding nosey parkers, mock religious busy bodies and suburban fool hens all of which are structurally solid bone from the chin up.”