
The Bishop’s Robe
Cloistered in a cloud shadowed meadow, a monastery sits silent, contemplative. Within, chants echo in the stone hallways as monks go about their daily lives. Quietly, the Bishop roams the grounds, sometimes ducking away for a small nip from the bottle he’s secreted in his robes. Just enough, he tells himself, to keep those dark voices from enacting their demoniac plans…
Expect a heady and intoxicating brew full of soothing notes of rum-soaked caramel candies, restorative hints of Medjool dates and grapes dried in the purifying light of the midday sun.