The first few weeks of learning the ropes & enjoying the splendors of my brewological creations, I had gas that could peel paint & kill small mammals. I had ones so bad that they brought tears to my eyes & forced a mandatory evacuation of the premises (and they say you enjoy your own brand? Hardly the case...).
Has since calmed down, but the odd nuclear-poot occasionally pops up to say "hello".
Has since calmed down, but the odd nuclear-poot occasionally pops up to say "hello".