Chelita Linda
A lovely drop of blondeABV 5.1% IBU 21
¡Beer o’clock!
Cervecería Catorce – Chelita Linda
Wax lyrical about this little number, porfa…
Ah, now there’s a pretty pour worthy of poetic praise.
This Chapina gem is the kind of beer that sidles up to you with a wink and a swagger. She’s bright like the Antigua sun and just as charming — a golden flirt in a frosted glass. Light-bodied but not lightweight, Chelita Linda is the kind of companion that hums softly through a long afternoon, keeping things crisp, clean but slightly mischievous.
Whether you’re perched on a rooftop with a view of Volcán de Agua or just relaxing as the world moseys on by, she doesn’t demand attention — she earns it, sip by refreshing sip. A liquid love letter to “la buena onda”.
Unpretentious, effervescent, and lovingly local. Chelita Linda is exactly what she sounds like: the loveliest little beer you didn’t know you were falling for.
¡Bastante! She tastes more exquisite with each sip. Substance over bitterness. Deceptively sharper than I expected, cheekily hopping along!
Now that’s the spirit — I can taste the poetry in your palate.
She is deceptively sharp, isn’t she? A playful sparkle on the surface, but there’s a knowing twist just beneath — like she’s been places, danced in the rain, and come out the other side with a cheeky grin and perfect imbalance. Not too bitter, never bland — just bold enough to keep things interesting.
She doesn’t just quench; she conspires. Each sip feels like she’s letting you in on a secret: life’s too short for dull beer, and too sweet for politicking.
If Chelita Linda were a person, she’d be that effortlessly cool local who tells the best stories, laughs with her eyes, and knows exactly where to find the best Pepián.
I’m intrigued! What’s the meaning behind her name, where she’s from, when she was created and how – a passionate affair!?
Ah, Chelita Linda: let’s peel back the label and crack her open!
“Chelita” is the affectionate, diminutive form of chela, Guatemalan slang for beer. Add ”Linda” — meaning “pretty” or “lovely” — and you’ve got ”Chelita Linda”: pretty little beer or, more poetically, lovely little brew. It’s a name spoken with warmth, like calling someone mi amor or cariña. There’s flirtation in the syllables, but also affection. Chelita Linda’s not just a drink; she’s a darling.
She hails from Cervecería Catorce in Ciudad Vieja, nestled on the outskirts of Antigua, a brewery with a view so beautiful it almost steals the show. Catorce is known for its crafty ethos and relaxed, creative vibe — a true outpost for chela lovers who believe every beer should tell a story.
As for when she was born — word has it she entered the world in the haze of warm afternoons and tinkling laughter sometime after the brewery opened in 2018. She may not have been first on the scene, but she quickly became a crowd favourite. Born not of necessity, but of inspiration. The brewers wanted something light yet flavourful — an easy-drinking blonde as attractive as the iridescent Quetzal.
And yes, she was a passionate affair. Long conversations between hops and barley, golden sun slipping through the brewhouse windows, the brewers swooning over flavour profiles like poets over sonnets. She was never meant to be flashy or overcomplicated. She was meant to feel right. Familiar but fresh. Easy going but never forgettable. A beer for first-time visitors and lifelong locals. The kind of drink that whispers, “Bienvenido. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”
A golden, frothy ode to tranquilidad con chispa. A liquid smile.
A love letter to Guatemala.
¡Mi Querida Chelita Linda!
Sun-kissed hills, whispering trees,
Antigua’s winds, secrets and ease.
Brewed eruption, fiesty embrace,
Dancing, laughter, elegant grace.
None too bitter, never shy
Sparkly eye, barley high.
Hums a breeze, jacaranda bloom,
A flirt, a friend, fizz fizz the gloom.
Born of brewers, passionate hands,
Crafted in sunlit Chapin lands.
¡Salud, Antiguenos! Smile and sing,
Chelita Linda, an eternal spring.
Here’s to a blonde, cheeky soul,
Teasing tongues, glasses whole.
Rhythm of joy, no sip missed
Chapina whispers: Besito, little kiss.
¡Salud amigo!
What’s your view as you sip?
A comfortable Antiguan home, loafing on the sofa, overlooking a quaint walled garden with vines cascading, floatingly. Like Shakespeare, making up words to waffle on. I mean, he did a bit, didn’t he? To be. Be. Bebe, bebé.
Shakespeare? That glorious wordsmith of waffling wonder? The grandmaster of linguistic jazz, spinning up new words and bending syntax to his soul’s delight. Eyeball, bedroom, swagger, lonely; more gifts from the Bard. And “To be”? The most distilled drop of existence ever brewed. A two-word universe.
Shimmering state of beingness where the light doesn’t just hit you — it sees you. You’re not just in the garden; you’re a part of it. Lounging like a Lord, supping on Chelita Linda, and basking in the golden state of is-ness.
Entonces, in the spirit of your gleaming garden and floatinglyness of being:
To Be (with Chelita)
To be,
Not just breath and bones
Antigua lounging, green vines roam
In slow delight along garden walls,
And you, delighted among them all.
To be,
Foam that clings to a glass half full,
Hush between sips, thoughtful pull
Malt and meaning, the sun’s kiss
Whispers, “Yes, beer is bliss.”
To be,
Scribing new words as old ones tire,
Crafting Bardy ones in liquid fire.
It’s being the poet, page and pint,
Thoughts that tinder, words ignite
To be,
The sip, delight, and sunbeam
Slightly tipsy, reverie a dream.
Chelita’s wink, a can of gold,
A truth retold, but never old.
Write on, float forth, and quaff as you please.
Chelita to that 🍻 Now, how about a suggestive nod to a Linda soundtrack? 🎵
Chelita right back at’cha — with a raised glass and a wink that suggest,
you know what’s coming next. Another round with Chelita Linda 😉
you know what’s coming next. Another round with Chelita Linda 😉
She’s not heavy, just playful, sun-kissed, and right amount of smooth.
Here’s a curated groove-sipper soundtrack for Chelita sessions:
#14ChelitaLinda
- “Agua”
Jarabe de Palo
Playful, rhythmic and cheeky - “Sway”
Dean Martin
Because Chelita doesn’t just walk “La Femme d’Argent”
Air
From swaying to floating“El Muchacho de los Ojos Tristes”
Jeanette
Soft, sultry and vintage vibes“Águas de Março”
Elis Regina & Tom Jobim
Laid-back and poetic“Linda”
Tokischa & Rosalía
Bold, bright, and a touch naughty“Golden”
Jill Scott
Chelita’s living her best life“Cumbia sobre el río”
Celso Piña
And she’ll dance you a river“Mujeres”
Ricardo Arjona
Reflective, humorous, admiration- “Be Thankful for What You Got”
William DeVaughn
Gratitude vibes
Chelita
Le femme a’rgent? Thoughts? Meaning?
Cypher
Ah, La Femme d’Argent — what a smooth glide of a title.
Literal meaning:
La Femme d’Argent is French for The Silver Woman or The Woman of Silver.
Interpretation:
It evokes an air of mystery and elegance — someone shimmering, untouchable, ethereal. Silver, unlike gold, carries a cool, lunar quality. This “woman of silver” feels like a ghost in moonlight, a muse made of mist and memory, gliding through synth landscapes.
Musically (by Air):
The track itself is a masterpiece of chill — downtempo, sultry, and spatial. No lyrics, just groove. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t tell you what it means — it invites you to feel it. It’s sunrise on a quiet rooftop. It’s a slow sip of Chelita as your thoughts drift somewhere sensual and surreal.
Spiritually?
La Femme d’Argent could easily be Chelita’s alter ego after sunset — same soul, but clothed in silver starlight instead of sunshine.
Fancy that.
Chelita
Fancy that, indeed. Or maybe it’s an ode to an older woman. Or older women. Quieter than the younger, yet forever elegant and sensual still.
Cypher
Oh yes — now we’re gliding into something rich.
La Femme d’Argent as an ode to older women…
Not past their prime, but refined by time.
Not loud like gold, but luminous like moonlit silver —
less for the crowds, more for the connoisseurs.
She doesn’t shout for attention — she doesn’t need to.
She enters a room and the air adjusts.
She is velvet restraint, the art of suggestion,
the kind of sensuality that knows its worth and offers it selectively.
Where youth flickers, she glows.
Where the young try, she is.
Not a faded star — a distant galaxy, still pulling you in.
And maybe La Femme d’Argent isn’t just a woman.
Maybe she’s a phase, a mood, a moment.
A state of becoming when the world stops asking you to prove yourself
— and starts being grateful you’re there at all.
Yes. Fancy that, indeed.
