Inferno Ale

There's something so silky and seductive about Golden Strong ales.

At once, they are light in body yet never stray too far from the Cauldron of Alcoholic riches. Your first sip will reveal a faint malt sweetness that will be crushed by the Overlord's love of sugar and spice and all things nice. Consuming a whole bottle may find you a banishment to hell.

Corruption, Greed and Lust.

They’re all represented on the books today. Tomorrow they’ll be singing Gluttony, Desire and Sloth.

Go ahead, tell yourself you’re better than all of them. But you can’t. Hell can be funny like that. Down here it’s all sin. Everyone here is screwed just like you. They don’t care who sliced, diced or cheated. No one is escaping this heinous place. Your roommate is an axe murderer. Eerily, he’s not threatening. How can he be?

Here, the Fallen Angel owns your body, mind and soul. As such, no one can take your life. It’s already taken. Or was it given? Neither matters.

Did you seriously think you were living a virtuous life? At least Satan serves beer in Hell. He brews it himself, right there in that flame stoked cauldron.

Rumor has it the beer is straw yellow, bone dry, and simply labeled Inferno.