Pumpkin, vanilla, maple syrup and extended Rum aging bring a subtle warmth.
Slinking in the shadows of our barely-acknowledged selves there lives an illusive suggestion so complex, yet so exquisitely simple, as to create a soul-stealing madness in any who look too closely, seek too keenly. Skulking about, awaiting the precise moment to rise up and be known. To peel flesh from bone so our flaws are exposed, and we are set free. Madness comes with a price…
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