Anger and hostility complexes await you, dear beer lover, for this Russian Imperial Stout was not meant for you. Meant only for those that live a life of separation and those that sit in the dark by choice, this deep, mysterious, black as death beer will haunt you at night, leave you weeping in your sleep, and remind you that manners mean nothing to a corpse. Like traveling through the bonfires of Hell, each sip serves as a reminder that you do not belong. You, dear beer lover, are not worthy.