Deep in The Pit, minions of a dark master pull together fragments of metal and bone and sinew and blood to form engines with occult purpose. For deeds done in past lives, we have become shackled to our own Infernal Machine, and it is in our blind servitude we have
concocted this offering of amber malts and
Expect alluring aromas of orange soda and raspberry tea. Darker grains blend and weave to create a tapestry laced with fresh roasted nuts and hints of caramel. For our sake and yours, we hope you enjoy this expression of our enduring Promethean endeavors.