You know that feeling when something is so good, it has to be bad? Much like the sumptuary tax placed on the beverages we love so much, at times we feel we must limit ourselves in the wants and needs of our strongest desires. Desires like that of the full bodied and robust flavor of an imperial stout both dark and rich, paired with the creamy essence of peanut butter, twisting and tangling over your taste-buds until you truly comprehend that it just may be too heavenly NOT to be a sin.
