In honor of Bram Stoker: deep and dark, roasty and bitter like a stake through the heart. You'll gladly die the little death after you wrap your fangs, er lips, around this hop-forward ale. A deep veil of dark coffee malt cloaking the luscious hop bitterness that engulfs your palate, the remnants running languidly down your throat and you realize your soul has been forever changed. The thirst for more of this dark, biting ale is all you desire.
