Fieldwork Gallows & Graves

It’s Christmas time! It’s Christmas time! And the goblins are scurrying across the land to chase the fearful to their impending doom. Run and hide and take up shelter, survival is futile and ale will only soften the pain. Pouring pints of Gallows & Graves in the dark, drinking this Scotch Ale to cease the weeping for mankind. Its smells of peated earth and barley fields billow from the glass like a brick stack aiming to the sky. Alcohol heat courses through the veins like the goblin plague they’re trying to spread, with warmth intermittent between the swigs. Flavors of cocoa waft through like the black clouds of the goblin reign, followed by a maltiness more complex than the Goblin King’s riddles. Finish the pint and pour another, not much longer now if you can’t remember the lines. As you finish one last pint of this drinkable behemoth aptly stylized by the name Wee Heavy, the skies explode with blue, and the goblins flee back to the bog of stench. Christmas shopping is all done, there’s nothing left to fear, emerge from the dark and breathe the fresh air. Gallows & Graves helped you survive the nightmares of holiday commerce, and the only scars you have to show are a slight hangover and creepy barn owl that keeps following you around.