She’s petite—almost waifish—but don’t let her slightness of size fool you. The Damsel has a lot to offer, and despite literary lore, she is not in need of rescuing. She can (and does) hold her own. But while others pound their chests, proclaiming their superior strength, she keeps her head down, maintaining a low profile and the gracious nobility that is her trademark. She needn’t announce her many virtues, for those who would most appreciate them will take the time to unearth them and hold her in the high regard she so richly deserves. Until then, she extracts sufficient satisfaction from her own inner-might and self-reliance.
Light in complexion with wispy, snow-white adornment, she flits about, mostly unnoticed. But those who happen upon her and take the time to venture beyond her surface, soon come to realize the lovely creature they are in the midst of, discovering vast and varying layers, each more elegant than the last. Her perfume is an ambrosia of exotic botanicals befitting such a delicate yet perdurable flower. She has yet to blossom, but since sprouting from seed, she has been a force to be reckoned with and proof that good things come in small packages.
Subculture: Old World | Style: Belgian-style Table Beer | Alcohol-by-Volume: 3.7%
Availability: Draft-only at the Societe Tasting Room and throughout San Diego County