The place where I used to work won't take MOs anymore. People print good fakes on their computers. Lost 2 engines that way.
Anchor Steam used to make Old Foghorn many years ago, only occasionally. Little bitty bottles. Thick as a blanket and sweet as honey but with a twitch of a bite at the end. Stayed on the back your tongue like a puppy who falls asleep on the sweater you tossed on the couch.
>sniffle<