You wouldn't want a warm beer would 'ya? No thank you, we certainly would not Mr Foster! In fact CAMRL's members would vote unequivocally to make such a diabolical act a capital offence, particularly if the suspect landlord in question served forth a pint of Foster's Lager at anything above a few degrees centigrade. The cool genius of Mr Foster to perform such an outrageous thermodynamical adjustment to "SuperChill" his lager and permanently put an end to warm insipid beers has been mimicked across the lager world, and rightly so.

For Foster's Lager is a true brewing deity amid a hoppy, yeasty sea of mediocrity. It truly is The Amber Nectar, an epic, super, dooper, chilled brewing masterpiece. Watch the eyes of the next drinker you see undergoing their Foster's initiation. At the moment when they receive their first frosty pint in their unsuspecting hands, they change forever as a person. They have seen the amber light.

Amber. Amber, amber amber. Amber nectar. Hypnotic shades of Baltic Amber aged beneath the oceans over endless millenia. And creamy white head.

Has Mr Foster managed to control the fabled Noble Rot? We may never his secrets know but it may explain the extraordinary bouqet that rises up from a can o' Foster's. What we do know is that the assemblage of Ellerslie, Bushy Park and Ovens River hops cannot be reproduced anywhere else in the world. Exhilarating, refined, lagery. Noble Rot.

With each swig you'll experience Barry McKenzie and Dame Edna waltzing Matilda across your taste buds, down your gullet and into your alimentary canal, where they'll link arms with Russell Coight and head down to the chillout lounge. In other words, Australian.

Lager. Simply, SuperChilled lager beer. How it should be.