Bob drank a cask-conditioned porter tonight. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone, but maybe I was just talking in jest. No last names have been given, after all.
Our country has a "black" president-elect. Bob drank a "black" beer. And while Bob reacted favorably to the flavor of the beer, and the quality of the brew, and the gentleness of the carbonation, hopefully (before my analogy breaks down) I would wish that the disdain or prejudice against the unknown, against a color, might have been eroded just a wee bit. Maybe, just maybe, we have a little flavor going on here.