A Thing Or Two: Because Water Was Too Mainstream for Marlowe

Introducing A Thing Or Two, the Czech Pilsner from Marlowe Artisanal Ales that's so exclusive, it probably has a secret handshake. In an audacious move, Marlowe has dared to brew a beer that’s... wait for it... not an IPA. Yes, you heard it right, fellow beer mockers. It’s a beer that actually looks like beer, tastes like beer, and—brace yourselves—reminds you of the beer your granddad nostalgically rambles on about.

This Pilsner is for those who claim they’ve transcended the "hoppy phase" of their lives and are now seeking something that won’t double as a salad dressing. Marlowe Artisanal Ales, in their infinite wisdom, have taken a break from the usual craft craziness to bring you a brew that’s as down-to-earth as your hipster neighbor’s homegrown turnips.

A Thing Or Two whispers of tradition and shouts practicality, sporting a flavor profile that won’t have you googling "what am I drinking?" With each sip, you’re transported to the rolling hills of the Czech Republic, only to be rudely brought back by someone at the bar trying to pronounce “Marlowe Artisanal Ales.”

Perfect for a hot day, a cold night, or any time you want to drink a beer and actually talk to people instead of contemplating the complexities of your pint, "A Thing Or Two" is here to say, "Relax, it’s just beer." So crack one open and enjoy the simplicity – because sometimes, you just need a beer that knows it’s a beer.

Cheers you, silly Bastards!

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