At this time of day? At this elevation? Localized entirely within this bottle? Yes.

Bottled from the only cask remaining from the ancient Empire of Arathor, this spirit's age is impossible to measure.

A crowd favorite, this beer hits you up front with sour before falling back into the familiar sweetness of snowberries that Kul Tirans come to favor.

Gives off an otherworldly aroma.

Better believe it burns.