Rumor has it there’s a legendary lumberjack high in the mountains of Montana by the name of Tom Feller. Could chop a tree down just by asking it nicely. More likely, these days you’d find him singing songs of yore and waxing his mustache with the finest of tree sap.
Aged for a year in High West Bourbon barrels, this rich stout bursts with flavors of dark chocolate, smooth bourbon heat, and subtle vanilla, all with a silky mouthfeel from soft oatmeal. Some legends have a quirky twist. Be yourself.