harbin

Beer is a sweet beverage since the old ages and from the antic aegyptian tombs to the modern brewers with their copper alambics,  it is, with its myriads of bubbles, more than a champagne, a golden potion of enchantment and pleasure. Not as whiskey with its marsh fragrance might be, nore Chartreuse with its many plants essences certainly is, but  still,  beer is a friendly drink. 
Maybe because of the posters of gals sunbathing on yachts,  maybe because of hords of students invading Belgian streets, under the eye of a desperate Poirot, maybe because of a chinese britanny harbour with its german green bottles dispatched in each and every chinese restaurant of the world.
But beer has its own way. Beer has its tradition. And belgian students tell us a lot about it. Because there, beers, you drink dozens of them in a night, dressed in a medics white blouse, students call their hearth (somehow because beer drinking is a hard chore for beginners), hearth that for long is no more white but frog skin spotted.
Let our cauldron bubble, and Scottie, be friend with our McCoy (is the doctor scottish himself? Would explain some  habits of his... Starfleet to inquire...), so, let's drink the marvelous liquid, making us see double. Double.
Beer is also a source of humour, therefore, people dive deeply in its bottle in search of amusing stories.
Remains that some people don't know how to drink. Drinking beer is an art. And it's a pity to discover so many kind people lost in alcoholic vapors, like if a Dementor had kissed them, making them say  bad things and behaving weirder.
So a drink you proposed, and I'd rather have something quite different that cannot be found in 7/11, but resides in heaven palace. Sunwukong drinks wonderful drinks and eat peaches.  He doesn't need  a bill  to buy them (the one he keeps in his wallet) for  he's in charge of the garden; nore need is to flew so he waters them in an old pot, happy as a little devil back to the future would be (Shanghaian tradition, naturally;)