Krampus' Highlander Grogg

From the frozen peaks where the winds wail like tormented souls comes Krampus’ Highlander Grogg-a brew forged in the fires of punishment and aged in the sweetness of redemption. As Santa makes his merry rounds, his horned counterpart stalks the misty glens, dragging his chains through drifting snow. Between each village visit, Krampus pauses by the hearth, pouring himself a steaming cup of this Highland delight-a blend of buttery rum, warm caramel, and a whisper of Scotch-soaked spice. The aroma alone could lure even the purest soul into temptation. Each sip begins with a golden sweetness, smooth as honeyed sin, before unraveling into a dark, toffee-spiced finish that burns just enough to remind you-you’ve been very, very naughty. They say the brew was born from an unholy truce between Saint and Beast, brewed in an ancient cask beneath the Highlands’ blood moon. Those who dare to taste it might just hear Krampus’ laughter echo through the storm-a toast to those who walk the fine line b