The outline of the ruins could be made out through the thick jungle. The heat had been oppressive for weeks now, and the local wildlife had been worse. But with what remained of their expedition, the explorers began ascending the stone staircase, unaware of what awaited them behind the sealed marble doors.

The Lost Ruins is a dark and brooding barleywine, rested for untold eons in fresh bourbon barrels. Rising to its full power with piles of sacrificed cocoa nibs and hazelnuts, it can be expected to drench the consumer in notes of the most unctuous melted Rocky Road ice cream bars and bourbon glazed chocolate cakes. We hope you’re prepared.