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The Last Aurochs
Bock - Weizenbock
When on the wheaten steppe we still did flock, One flank to one, the violence to block Of men and vying wolves, our crowns of tusk Worn high, we then were countless. Time has passed. The year now is in its winter, day its dusk, My fellows fallen all, I am the last. But sure as spring returns, here’s to the last! Show Less
Dark fruits, banana bread and some fruitcake.
Purchased at Cascadia Liquor