Orphan Barrel

Tasting notes:  It opens with rhinoceros tears stored in a hollowed out dried swamp reed stuck like a straw into a bowl of corn chowder strained through a titanium/electrum [...]

We lost the Prophet just outside the Orphan Gulch. We realized he’d gotten away from us because we no longer smelled his toes. The guys had come to refer to him as Ogre [...]