The famous poem “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley resonates with us as craft brewers; we are “the masters of our fates, the captains of our souls.” Haunted by the spirits soaked in the Andalusian solera-aged sherry barrels of Spanish oak in which it was interned for a full year, our dark, immutable Russian Imperial Stout has a viscous raisin sweetness, a complex range of wood and fruit, and is simply black in colour. Imbibe with reverence.