He's pretending. And poorly. Cobes has likely all but obliterated his taste buds with all the smoking and drinking he's done. At this point, he simply wills it to taste like honey with mango by virtue of the Boglim Magik (i.e. his regard version of an imagination aided by what little he's willing to take time and read about a subject)
There aint no way there was anything that'd give him a feeling like it was burning. If there was any abv it'd be a equivalent to a light beer, unless he cut it with something strong.
Maybe he unknowingly made a Saison. Those are typically very cloudy beers (and strong too).
You can make what's called a short mead in about two weeks. It'll be about 4%, and tastes like death.
I want this now. He could make his own shitty labels and everything.
I think its cloudy just due to him shaking the damn thing over and over, also after primary fermentation you rack it into a new carboy and let it clarify. Buuuuuuuuut of course cobra is too impatient for that part.
Cobes is the last person in the world to care if the carpet in his hallway gets damp lol.
He might not, but his complex manager would. Not that I want to see him kicked out, but it is pretty funny. I also think, if I remember the Cobra lore correctly, he also hates ice.
I appreciate that it was a welfare check and not a swatting.
He just looked like Cobes passed out drunk. It was retarded to waste anyone's time over a drunk retard passed out from sub-prison pruno. Shit with like 4% alcohol or whatever this idiot is getting out of his substandard brews is not going to kill him from alcohol poisoning.
