Pomegranate's Baby

This ain’t exactly the son of the devil — more like the daughter of a pomegranate. Why’d we throw pomegranate in beer? Honestly, we couldn’t find any currants that day. But hey, even we’re surprised. Doesn’t taste like some creepy old New York apartment — more like a straw umbrella on the beach. This one’s gonna disappear fast. And Roman Pomelański would be proud.