"Our walks in the woods brought me right back to the fort-building days of my childhood in New England. The cold weather squeezed a moist coating of dew on the trees absorbed by the wild lichen and moss covering their bark. There's nothing that makes me want to have a cold stout-porter than being with good beer-drinking pals surrounded by tall trees on a cold day in Scotland. Dedicated to the oaks of Eriska for reminding me it's black-beer season." - Pete Brown, Forest Road Brewing