Hooded Monk Brewery (Guild Exclusive)
Mood: Faint singing echoes through the monastery's cellar as the portly monk leans back against the barrel, a stein in his hand and a smile on his lips.
Smells Like: Oaken barrels, rolled out into the courtyard, flagons of pumpkin lager, and enlivening whiskey.
Scent Strength: Medium
Clad in his rough, homespun habit, the monk descends the stairs into the monastery's cellar. Here massive oaken barrels line the walls, each carrying the bounty of past harvests.
He looks around, praying his abbot does not discover him, before he gathers his courage and approaches the barrel.
Golden brew swirls from the spigot, frothing in the mug. A smile spreads across his face. He raises it to his lips and whispers a prayer of thanks. This will be a merry evening indeed.
"This is my husbands choice. He loves it. Great balance of what a brewery could smell like. "
"Love!! The oak and whiskey are a perfect blend. Love that there is just a hint of the sweet in it."