Step forward, through the gates of the monastery, past the stone arches, and down into the cellar. The air is full of something roasted settling in your nose. It should be hard, raspy - instead, you feel an almost creamy, soft sensation encompassing you. Suddenly you find yourself face to face with the Dark Monk, the porter you've longed for. Its dark brown essence looks into you, through you, past you. You feel that you want to have it. Now you can.
Brewie's first porter arrives with soft, roasted notes and rich maltiness. Its almost creamy texture makes this English porter a pleasant company to the homely evenings of the autumn.