It's that time of year again, when Grandpa tells you the story about getting seperated from his squad in the Ardennes while hunting down the last of the Wehrmacht. It was cold, he found a barn to spend the night it. There was the largest horse he had ever seen inside. The next morning he saw a little girl poke her head into the barn. He motioned to the horse and she quizzically said, "Trekpaard?" This winter, don't let this the low ABV fool you, this beer is large in flavor and stature. Black like your PepPep's giant draft horse, with enough character to keep you warm through the night.