Every great religion has a relic. Christians have the Holy Grail, Vikings had Thor’s hammer, and the Bullygods? Well, they brewed something so outrageous, so unholy, that even Bacchus the wine god spat out his Chardonnay in shock.
Enter: The Bully Grail (Enobier).
📖 The Divine Accident
The Bullygods were lounging (as they often do) on their thrones of bone and bark, sipping lager and throwing grapes at mortals below for fun. But one day, an especially juicy grape landed in a half-finished vat of beer wort.
Normally, the Bullygods would just laugh, burp thunder, and move on. But when the brewmasters sampled the result, something extraordinary had been born:
A drink that wasn’t wine. Wasn’t beer. Wasn’t juice.
It was… all of them. At once.
🍷 + 🍺 = 🤯
The Bully Grail is a forbidden hybrid. Part crisp malt body, part delicate grape soul. Rich, full, and sitting at a divine 8% ABV, it has the swagger of a wine and the chug-ability of a beer. A dangerous combo, even by Bullygod standards.
Sip it slowly like a fine vintage, or drain it recklessly like a pint. Either way, you’ll find yourself whispering: “What in the name of Zeus’ bulldog is this?”
⚔️ The Challenge to Mortals
Of course, the Bullygods didn’t brew this miracle just to be nice. Oh no. The Bully Grail was created as a test for wine snobs. A trap, a conversion weapon, a divine prank.
When a mortal sommelier sneers at beer, offer them a Bully Grail. Watch their monocle fog up as they swirl, sniff, and finally surrender.
The Bullygods love watching a man in a cashmere scarf admit: “Fine. It’s actually… delicious.”
🧀 Pairing Suggestions (Straight From the Pantheon)
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Cheese boards – Because wine people need a familiar prop to cling to while their beliefs collapse.
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Roast lamb – As sacrificial as it sounds, and the gods like it bloody.
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Medieval feasts – Drink from a goblet, slam your turkey leg, and shout “PRAISE THE BULLYGODS!” until the neighbours call the council.
✨ Why It Matters
The Bully Grail isn’t just another drink. It’s the conversion elixir. The proof that beer and wine can finally get along or at least share custody of your hangover. It’s the bridge between worlds, the sacred middle ground, the reason grape farmers and barley growers might one day hug it out.
So next time you crack open a Bully Grail, remember: you’re not just drinking. You’re taking communion with chaos.
The Bully Grail.
Part myth, part malt, part grape-fuelled rebellion.
Not just a beer. Not just a wine.
Something holier, stranger, stronger.