“Far continent to lands broken by flood, two years journey from the old world to domains of strange gods. the Preserver and his god-kings reigned, black giant stones lined avenues of gold. Few had mourned when all was swallowed. Cities of gods are built by slaves."

Earthiness and fruity zest of the kampot peppercorn, gently spicy lasting well into the next bite or sip, swimming in the concealed sweetness of a smoked malt we use, light-bodied and stimulating, that refreshed like a South East Asian Dish in the wet and heavy summer hear.