"What's the difference?"
Comparing them, Guinura was the first to do so.
He opens his mouth, feeling confident.
"As you can see, yes..."
"I don't think there's any assholes called colors."
"─ There's a lot of bubbles and I'm not sure which one to drink from."
It is an emergency evasion of Guinura. It would be interesting if we went straight in and had an accident.
Calm down, I looked at them carefully again.
As Guinura wanted to say, the colors are different.
White beer, orange beer and blackish beer.
Truth be told, I have a prediction at this point. I can predict, but there's no other way to be sure of that than to drink and be sure.
You're not familiar with beer in this world, but you should avoid knowing and buying unhappiness.
Looking at those glasses, Old Mesa quietly designated the first respondent.
"First, it's yellow. Try it."
"... just now. My name is Guinura and..."
"Scartans like you are yellow, that's enough."
Guinura was obviously muddled, but still reached for the glass without saying it back.
The first glasses were black, with a slightly bitter look.
The next thing I knew, I nodded with an orange-like glass.
Finally, a white glass, Hmm, is a look of pleasure.
"Heh heh. Okay, I solved the mystery."
Compared to drinking three glasses, Guinura smiled confidently.
While I don't think so, I expect only a little bit from that satisfied look.
If this gives Guinura a firm answer. Making up for the ugliness previously exposed at the coffee shop, the ratings might turn positive.
"Huh. Say it."
"Each of these three cups tastes different. That's for some reason."
Guinura put much more effort into her face, proclaiming.
"This black is bitter, so I'm sure there's a mix of coffee. White is refreshing, so it contains fruit juice or something. There's nothing in the orange."
Huh.
"It's good, it's hard over there. With all these big idiots, you'd be comfortable answering."
"... ha"
Apparently, the next one designated was Albao.
On the other hand, completely through, Guinura looks around with a chirp and opens her mouth anxiously.
"Hey, hey. My answer."
"Is it yellow? If you don't want to get kicked out, sit down."
"... what... you say?
I wondered if you really thought you were right.
I'm very surprised by that fact, but now it's Albao's turn.
Albao also, like Guinura, initially contained a blackish ale in his mouth.
"… I do feel more bitter than the ale I usually drink… but something like this… I don't even feel coffee,"
While slightly dragged by Guinura's sentiments earlier, Albao puts the glass down.
The next person I reached out to was an orange ale.
"… is this the flavour you always drink? Probably. Pretty good."
"It's obvious it's delicious."
"Oh, no, it's never like that!
While slightly rushed to point out the old Mesa, Albao also reaches for the last glass.
"This, I see, is refreshing... but not enough to call it fruit... then this feeling... what the hell...?
Worried, Albao put down his last cup as well.
After much reticence, Albao asks terribly.
"This one, are all the raw materials the same?
"Well, there's a good place to look."
Mesa distorted the wrinkle funny and answered.
"Sure, something different with raw materials, too, goes in. But you can see the difference."
"… it is only by answering the difference that"
"Hey. Feel free to answer that. There's another one."
When I could easily answer, it would be my pressure to follow, but old Mesa seemed to want to put pressure on me.
Then a little more worried, Arbao raised his hand to surrender.
"Excuse me. I don't know. But if the ingredients are different, especially this white one, I feel something different."
"... there's no mistake. You, working out is going to make a good tongue."
Old Mesa evaluates Albao's answer there.
And he finally saw me.
"Come on. It's your turn. It looks good, but show me how far the potion shop can go."
While laughing bitterly at the pressure. Unlike the first two, I reach for the center first.
It looks orange--no, it's a reddish amber liquid.
If they put it out so openly, they should make sure it tastes average first.
The aroma is refreshing and fragrant. It gives a hunch about the lively taste of wheat.
Including this, there will be soothing, refreshing bitterness from the palate.
It has a good balance. Yale like Yale. Will the vibrant irritation felt on the tongue be sour?
At the end of the day, if you feel gook and throat, it's still refreshing. The refreshing and beautiful bitterness ran through and finally left a slight aftertaste in the back of his throat.
"... yeah. Delicious."
"So take it for granted"
"Let me still say it. It's delicious."
To my words, Old Mesa rounds her eyes a little, but she didn't look bad.
Next, I reached for a deep black liquid.
The appearance of pitch-black, which enchants the beholder, thrives.
The scent is not that strong. However, if I felt it carefully, I could feel a deeper, fried fragrance.
From the moment you drink, moist, gentle bitterness spreads.
Deep. More than the momentum of carbonation, the impression is that it slowly entertains the whole flavor.
Tastes slightly hesitant to swallow cockroaches. And spreading across the mouth is bitter like coffee, with a slightly sweet aftertaste like wheat.
But overall, will there be an impression of bitterness and richness?
"... yeah. This is delicious, too."
"... right"
Old Mesa speaks less.
Without getting my hair in, I reach for the last cup I have left.
White - no, slightly white, but the shade is still yellow. Wheat colour.
It would appear white partly because the liquid is cloudy.
The scent is already gorgeous. It has a refreshing, fruity sweet feel.
The bitterness is also weak, and the refreshing taste of the mixture of wheat and fruit flows slowly on the carbonation.
The hit is light. Lightweight, but never weak. The balance is refreshing.
Throat was still refreshing, with a more vanilla-like mild flavor than the bitterness that remained in his mouth. From the yeast stage, I would have imagined a gorgeous aroma and made it.
"... very tasty"
"... well, thanks"
When I share my thoughts on the last cup, the old Mesa says thank you for blurring out a little.
And he stared at me.
"Well, will you answer me? The difference."
I felt his meanness and honesty at the same time.
It's harsh to ask someone unfamiliar with beer to answer these accurately.
But at the same time, if you can tell at all, if you know, there's no way you can answer it if you're given such a distinct and different flavor.
Because the first answer I stared at stayed exactly the same.
"The first thing that's different is this white ale"
"Hmm? What's the difference?
"The type of malt. The other two use barley malt, but this cup is mainly wheat malt, right? This is a white ale made of wheat called" Weitzen. "
Until now, he has said that the ingredients for beer and whiskey are barley malt, but naturally other ingredients are sometimes used.
When you do that with whiskey, you can't name a single malt. There are also names such as' grain whiskey 'and' corn whiskey 'for those whiskeys.
And it also naturally exists in beer.
Ale made from nothing but barley malt.
This is one of them. It is a type of ale called 'Weitzen', where wheat malt is made into the main ingredient.
The name may also change due to the mixing ratio with barley malt, but there are also regional differences, so discounts are made.
"Then there are the other two. This difference depends on the processing of barley malt"
"Machining, what?
"This one has a black color because I roasted the barley malt before fermentation - frying it. thereby gaining deep shades and bitterness, and richness. The name is' Stout '. One remaining is the underlying ale. Pale Ale is lighter than Stout."
Stout is an added fragrance by roasting barley malt. Its colour is deep and its taste is bitter. Never uncomfortable bitterness though.
The feeling is that coffee also has a place to go, and it's rich.
Pale ale is a typical ale with a good balance of bitterness, carbonation and acidity.
Darker than beer made in Japan, but lighter shades than stout.
Therefore, it seems to be named 'pale ale' with the word pale meaning pale.
"What do you think?
I looked with my eyes and, as I felt with my tongue, pulled out the answer.
Old Mesa looked at me like that with a slightly surprised look.
"Aren't you the potion guy?"
That's what they asked me, and I smiled.
"I'm a weirdo like you're selling potions as booze. So we specialize in alcohol."
After hearing my answer, Old Mesa gave me a surprised look after all.
She laughed funny at me.