Many moons ago a monstrous hop-bomb of a beer ruled the taps here at Iron Hill W.C. In an attempt to contain this beast, we quarantined some of the most recent batch within the confines of a used wine barrel. Two months later a true oddball of an ale emerged. No longer the sharp-toothed leviathan it once was, S/T still remains the original bitter and citrusy hop edge of the zilla, but those notes are now intertwined with a lush oaky/vanilla presence and a slight funky/earthiness from the extended (3 month) aging in wood. 15.0 degrees plato 75 IBUs.