Just over a year ago now, we remarked at the unbelievable situation that was the beginning of an entirely new way of getting our beer into your hands due to the circumstances…. And it somehow feels, in many ways, as though we’re still stuck in time.

However, as we’ve learned through this last year, it ain’t all waiting on us, and gorgeous inky black stout will, if we let it, emerge from barrels come hell or high water. The combination of our purpose-built Imperial Stout grist, a tightly controlled fermentation, whiskey soaked charred deep dark oak, and the end all variable of patience, has again gotten us to this point.

Our annual anniversary stout returns as VII, comprised of just 4 whiskey barrels with an average age of 18 months of rest, blended together in one of our 10bbl brite tanks, and then lagered for another 2 months, letting the whole thing patiently round itself out.

We taste impressions of bourbon-soaked devils food brownie batter, dark French roast coffee, sweet cinnamon burnt brown sugar, with hints of leather and pipe tobacco. Even though this past year might have been the most challenging in our history, we are constantly reminded that we would not be here without the continued support you’ve all shown us over these last VII years… for however many times we’ve already said so, we thank you again.