Part of a big shipment of fresh American beer straight from NYC!
Russian Imperial Stout conditioned on bourbon soaked oak spirals and coffee.
Or in the more poetic words of Barrier..... Morticia is the end. Once experienced, other beer is bland and insipid. Black as a moonless night, her aroma tempting, her strength deceptively powerful. She is unrestrained at youth, and learns mercy only with time. Morticia overpowers the senses, then warms the soul. Nursing each sip you will be transformed. And as you reach the height of her enchantment, the pinnacle of ecstasy; she will break your neck and eat you. The end.