“Followers labour in cold cellar light, and hearthfire glows across muted knolls, the shaded hillsides. From guarded vaults flows the tribute to kings and queens of revelers that consume and dance, in fevered steps, while hooded overseers host the uncanny rite.”

Munich Dunkel, the dark one, a kilned flavour long favored derived from a roasted malt. A dark brown hue to commemorate its roots in hearts of tough merry folks, a taste of roasted toffee on the tongue for the bitterness to last, melding with the creamy foam to make a drink of all weather.