This is one Dark Ale. You can hardly see past the Blackprinz malts as they send bready and slightly blackened shivers of toast down your spine.

You’re lulled into a sense of security by smooths sips until... AHHH! Roasty waves of pitch black coffee jump from a corner, sending your taste buds screaming down the hallway.

Oh no. This hallway is full of horrific rooms brimming with hops — Tettnang, Chinook, and Saaz cones scream for your palate. You can smell their grassy faces and taste their bitter intentions with each gulp.