Airport beers hit different.
The still, global air that wafts about the overpriced bar can never be emulated outside of those global halfway homes.
The suds bubble crisper. The hops hop. The golden hour of sunset magnifies the brilliance of this simple drink to levels unheard of at ground level.
But the skies know. Precursor to the heavens, a Mercury of a travel companion, you always remember an airport beer.