Rio de Janeiro, 2001. Turquoise waters, white sand, hot sun, the smell of salt and sunscreen. A long day at the beach, surrendering to the tenderness of a first love. Forbidden fruit, luscious and sweet: fresh coconuts, split and bathed in ribbons of condensed milk. A sensory world in a bottle, an imperial stout of epic proportions. Reimagined from the tales of our wandering brewer, embark on a journey to end all quests for the perfect dessert.