Many will tell you it's a mere myth. A figment of ancient folklore. Since the mid 19th century, sightings have stirred fear and trepidation throughout many a Scottish village. It's across wild windswept moorlands he's said to roam. And whilst he roams, he hunts – for peat. Strong and bold with plenty of backbone and structure as this great monster unfolds its fiery fangs on your palate, allow the rich thick tar, peat smoke and creamy liquorice to penetrate every part of your tongue. This is not for the faint hearted!