I liked the “original 1960s” recipe Schlitz in bottles.
Reminds me of an old story my family always tells. Back in December of 1972 (my dad’s senior year of HS) the original farm house burned to the ground during an ice storm because the fire trucks couldn’t get there in time. They had one of those old 1950s style fridges in the basement. After the fire burned out and everything had cooled down, my dad got down in there and opened the fridge. There had been a 6 pack of Schlitz in there, and it looked to be in pretty good shape considering it had gone through a blazing inferno that consumed the entire home. He went to grab it to show everyone, but when he touched it, it just crumbled into ash.