I was sitting around with my three Uncles when it was time for all of us to get a fresh beer. My Uncle Greg jumped up and with a smirk on his face told us he'd make the trip to the beer fridge. He brought back some long neck bottles without labels on them. I knew something was up, but wasn't sure what. So I took a swig and didn't really think anything of it. We'd been drinking Heinekens all day and this strange looking bottle tasted about the same. But by then we all knew something was up. Uncle Greg still had a big smile on his face and was looking at us waiting to get a response. I was just about to speak when he asked How'd you like those ones boys? They're one of my own. One of my home brews . I had to do a double take. Suddenly the strange labelless bottle made sense, but the taste didn't. I didn't believe him at first, but after talking to him for a while,...