More sweet can action from Sixpoint, this one being their summer wheat beer. And more poetry: “A something in a summer’s Day/ As slow her flambeaux burn away/ Which solemnizes me./ A something in a summer’s noon—/ A depth—an Azure—a perfume—/ Transcending ecstasy.” Hot damn—Emily Dickinson! What’s not to love about Sixpoint? And if you know something, like they secretly grind up babies and add them to the mash, please don’t tell me. This is the one rare case where I’m pretty certain that ignorance is bliss. And I’d like to keep it that way, if you know what I mean. Previous encounters with the feng shui of beer brewing include Bengali Tiger IPA, Righteous Rye, Sweet Action (which could possibly be the best beer name ever), and Signal. Babies in the mash. Dag. Color me awesome.