Glueing itself to your cheeks and refusing to let go, this is one hell of a Dessert Stout.
It pours tar thick with a rich cappuccino head and stinks of coffee and tobacco.
Any hops that might be in here give little more than a wispy suggestion of herbal greenery under the weight of the deep dark and delicious chocolate fondant, truffle, ice cream and rum baba of the malting. This is a beer that stretches out for acres. There’s a walk through woodland hidden in its depths, fuelled by a Thermos of creamy hot chocolate, steamy and satisfying, to help you on your way.
Somewhere along your journey you open a box of Belgian Truffles all coated in cocoa powder and eat them alongside toffee coated waffles.
Rum and raisin fruity booziness follows and a hefty hit of treacle tart doused in Irish Cream Brandy, that makes this beer feel epic and endless as you sink into beery oblivion.