With his hairy bare feet and a furry white coat, the Yeti searches for true refreshment while hiking up to the top of his peak. There, sitting in the cold, French alpine stream he finds a cluster of bottles tied together and dangling from a branch. Looking to the left, he sees a couple of men fishing, oblivious of the crime he is about to commit. Grabbing the beer booty, he flings the bottles over his frosty shoulder and continues his journey up the steep mountainside. He only stops one more time to pick up a frozen Jedi before entering his humble cave dwelling. He sets his whining dinner aside and takes a chug from his stolen brewski.
“Oh crepe! This is good stuff!” He finishes the bottle in a couple of swigs.
“Ben.” His dinner responds.
“Shut up you, Ken-ig-got! Before I fart in your general direction!” The yeti slaps his hairy head a few times before returning to his beer.

Unfortunately the Jedi overtakes our French Yetti with a glowing phallic weapon, and the rest is history, (or the future in a galaxy far far away).

Lucky for me, I was able to get my own paws on this good stuff. What first caught my eye was the handsome hairy snow creature smiling at me in the beer isle, but then the yeti on the bottle was pretty cute too. This beer is a blonde with a whole lotta fruit brewed inside. It is a great beer to pair up with a summer meal in the warm evening dusk, or to have with blueberry pancakes in the morning. It is refreshing, and not too light. With 8% alcohol, I was feeling pretty good after one bottle. I recommend it, and be sure to toast the yeti who discovered it as well.