It takes four of these Palo Santo Marron beers to get used to the mind-blowing bad-assery that Dogfish Head has bottled straight from the barrel. The first one makes you sleepy; your mistake was having it at five in the evening after a long day of travel and unpacking. The second one tastes gross; you don’t finish it and drink a Leffe instead. The third one is pawned off on your friends; they can barely get past the first sips. The fourth one is bliss.