There is none more black. Brewed with a blend of Marris Otter and Pilsner malts for the base and accentuated with various darker grains then hopped gently in the kettle utilizing East Kent Goldings. For years I've been tortured trying to determine who was the first person to put a whole wintergreen tree inside their home in the name of celebrating the changing of seasons? Such a weirdo. If it were up to me I'd adorn a entire house like the catacombs with scattered little alters sacrificing various things like a jug of date molasses, expensive Belgian chocolates, or a wheel of washed rind Italian mountain cheese