You find less disturbing those sounds you’d otherwise expect to hear, like the disembodied footsteps creaking on the old wooden floorboards behind you, but you know that your bond to rationality wears thin when, in that disturbing silence, you can sense the spiders moving malignantly about their webs. And sitting before you—just sitting—is a beverage so fearsome in its depths as to conjure up the sensation of the boogeyman. How could this innocent amber chalice resting on the bar top represent this clash between good and evil? Look again and the hues have turned reddish, but the impressions masquerading upon your tongue soothe you with wholesome flavors of sweet, deep malt, caramel, toffee, and ripe dark fruits before suddenly and malevolently warming you with a shuddering sensation like you’re being dragged into the fiery depths. But your temptation has ushered your direction to ruin, for this lovely, innocent chalice bubbling before you is definitely the incarnation of devilishly good taste.