...at Guinness University, from which I now hold a qualification (including actual certificate) in everything beer.
Leprechauns roll in hops and barley, then dive into the sacred pool, which is drained into cans and kegs for distribution.
...after the addition of one final secret ingredient.
I poured this pint! Not pictured: The Surge.
Similar to how storks deliver babies, Guinness arrives by toucan.
Artist's representation of Guinness. I feel like "May contain traces of horse" should be written pretty prominently on the label.
Dublin's spire needle pointy thingy has been turned into a Christmas lightsaber, just like the one wielded by Baby Jesus.
Merry Nollaig to you!