“Named after the Sanskrit word for female genitalia, the brewery is applying unusual tactics to shift the unusual brew.
On their website they write: “Imagine the woman of your dreams, your object of desire. Her charm, her sensuality, her passion.
“Now you can try how she tastes, feel her smell, hear her voice.
“Now imagine her giving you a passionate massage and gently whispering anything you’d like to hear.” –The Sun
I have so many thoughts on this but let me explain how it works.
“The website blurb adds: “The secret of the beer lies in her vagina.
“Using hi-tech of microbiology, we isolate, examine and prepare lactic acid bacteria from the vagina of a unique woman.
“The bacteria, lactobacillus, transfers a woman’s features, allure, grace, glamour, and her instincts into beers and other products, turning them into a dance with a lovely goddess.”
“Bottled instinct” is described on the website as an unfiltered “sour ale”, also containing barley malts, hops and cognac oak chips.” The Sun
So basically what happens is they squeeze all the wet goo out of a broads gash, well excuse me a “unique broad” take all of that and put it into a beer so men can then drink pussy? That sounds good to me to be honest, but why can’t I just do this myself? The technology seems fairly easy. You take an eye droplet stick it up the hooch, get some juice out and drip that nectar into beer, now you have vagina beer right? I’m not going to go out of my way to pay extra for some slit beer, no way! These lips and this tongue have tasted some things, some things i cant even describe, when you have a jaw line like i do ladies like to sit on your face, that’s how my life goes. I have passed out because of a couple of three C thiccc thighs one or two times in my life to go spend my money on beer vagina, i prefer the tap. For content though I will be buying this rug beer and I will suck it down my throat, not for me but for the people. As always I am the ultimate guy for the people.
I do everything for you folks, I give you my heart and soul and don’t forget it. I dont do it to be called a hero, or to be called special, I do it for the guys that get up at the ass crack of dawn and work until sun-down so little Johnny can have dinner. I do it for the garbage man just trying to get through his day and provide for his family. I do it with blood in my socks dirt under my fingernails and a smile on my face because I am a man of the people, for the people. That is why I am going to drink this snatch beer and that is why you keep coming back.
Let me wobble back to my corner, Joe Pa knew.