Tastes like dessert. Hits like Nonna’s guilt trip.

This stout doesn’t ask for permission, takes over the table, and tells you you’re too skinny or why you aren’t dating anyone. Packed with chocolate, vanilla, a touch of cinnamon and orange, and a creamy finish that’ll make you question why you ever wasted time on some watered-down pastry pretender.

One sip and it’ll hit you like a backhanded compliment in a floral apron. You know the type: “You look nice today… for once.” Yeah, that kind of energy. Warm, nostalgic, a little feisty, and absolutely unforgettable.