Damp and woody and wrapped in leather, this is one hell of an Imperial Stout.
You find vanilla pods and brandy, lettuce nettles and plums all sloshing about in a whisky warmed bath of beery goodness.
There’s a hell of a lot of woody stuff going on in here too.
Imagine a worn out old writing desk used to pen beer reviews by some drunken old beer blogger.
It’s stained and warm, but embedded with boozy rum and raisin, chocolate biscuits and…and…and I’d write more but my eyes are crossing and I need to lie down.