On its own planet. Dense, dark, and pulling everything toward it. A gravity well of flavour where coconut, vanilla, hazelnut, cacao and white chocolate collide and fold into each other, layer by layer, until it becomes something else entirely. Built as an imperial pastry stout, this one leans all the way in. Rich coconut drifts through first, followed by waves of toasted hazelnut and deep cacao, before soft vanilla and white chocolate round it out into something smooth, full, and just a little bit unreal. This one is all about orbit. Everything finding its place inside the pull.
