O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delvèd earth
— John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale
The Northfarthing barley was so fine that the beer of 1420 was long remembered and became a byword. Indeed a generation later one might hear an old gaffer in an inn, after a good pint of well-earned ale, put down his mug with a sigh: “Ah! that was proper fourteen-twenty, that was!”
— J. R. R Tolkein, The Grey Havens, from The Lord of the Rings
I don’t know about anybody else, but I could do with a draught of the vintage good stuff right about now. I am that old gaffer in the pub muttering: “They should being back POAE, they really should.”
In all probability, only Science teachers of a certain generation (translation: old farts like me) will recognise the acronym P.O.A.E.
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