Undoubtedly the finest libation of the lager family of beers ever created by the hand of man (or possibly god, we're not sure.) Crafted in the lost wilds of mysterious Tasmania by a cloistered order of brewer monks whose vows of silence mean that only the distinguished few know of its existence.
NB: Not to be confused with Cascade premium, which was created as a distraction for the great unwashed masses.
Some bloody legend showed up with a slab of James Boags Premium Lager last night...then drank the lot, bastard.
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