Well now, this is rather good.
Pouring an inky black, the smell of this beer is plum pudding and coffee by a dying wood fire.
As to take a swig you find that the beer feels thick and creamy and smooth, almost like a milk stout.
In fact it felt so much like a milk stout that I found myself checking the label.
It isn’t, but boy is it smooth.
The malting is the king here, all toasted brown bread, honey, treacle tart and coffee served over a smoky charcoal heat.
There’s a good hop presence too, but then if you’re mixing Willamette, Centennial, Galena and Bobek, you’d hope that there’d be something of note.
And there is.
There’s fresh green herbal leaves, crunchy red leaf litter and sharp lemon zest, and it cuts through the fug of pipe tobacco and late night fireside embers of the finish.