Brass Monk, an Abbey Tripel by Powerhouse Restaurant and BreweryOn tap. The Brass Monk enlightens. Discipline is about control. Only a half pint is allowed.
He passes by. His robes are a blur of apricot, hazy, indistinct. His skull cap is white. The air in his wake is lightly effervescent, pleasant. Lacing is left behind, visual traces of where he has been. Illusion? No.
He emits the smell of caramel and buttery bread, freshly picked wildflowers and licorice. His presence is caramel, nutty, floral, spicy, licorice, coriander, candied pear, of alcohol without being overpowering. He has a honey sweetness. His voice is thick and oily. He is complex and well-balanced and kick ass!
He goes well with the Overload.
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