Good old Irish. (:

'and three days of patiently waiting for their brew to ferment'

That says it all. I can just hear the women now - "Go and do some work while you're waiting! There are logs to be cut, rocks to move etc"

"No! It's part of the special process. The Gods specifically told us that if we don't watch over the brew, it will not have the same Godly powers..."

"And when the time is right, we must drink it as if it is our last drink ever, and fall to the ground while laughing."

Whispers to friend {Tsssk, these women just don't fully understand this religion thing}

My uncle calls Beer, vitamin B. (I think it actually even contains vitamin B from the fermented "vegemite"