"Keep your eyes fixed on this beer if you are home alone. We do not know which beasts of Scotland might have slipped in from the whisky barrels when we did this beer. A beast of an imperial milk stout, balanced with sea salt and aged in barrels in the soaking Scottish rain. When you open the beer a small volume of the harsh winds of Fraserburgh will blow in your face. And you might spend the next couple of hours devouring this beer…."