You put orange slices on everything -- coffee, bowls of Cap'n Crunch, larger oranges. And, despite the influx of fruit, you’ve gained 30lbs in a year.
Your palate has evolved in such a way that makes Creationists nervous, and you consider most other beers to be too simplistic for your tastes. You secretly get excited when somebody buys a holiday variety pack, because you know they're just gonna give you all the Lambic right off the bat. Weirdly enough, you don't like lamb.
Flanders Red Ale
You alternate seamlessly between beer and wine, and you're able to detect the aromas of various fruits like a bloodhound. Either that or you're a novice who really likes The Simpsons, ordered it so you could say "stupid sexy Flanders", and are now horribly confused by what the hell you're drinking.