Well now, this is marvellous.
It’s a rich and creamy, fruity, round and chewy Stout that pours a dense black, the aroma is plums and treacle tart.
You’ll find a load of treacle tart in the malt when you take a swig, too.
You’ll also find a sticky runny honey, some burned wholemeal toast and a little fireside wood ash, and all this goodness is glued together with an enormous bitter chocolate.
There’s a good crunchy winter hedgerow hopping too, it’s red and dry and crackles with life, full of hazel and bracken, green herbs and wood sap that cut across the molasses of the dark sticky finish.