Tomte

In the glass it glows deep copper and ember-red, with a soft, creamy off-white head that lingers. Lean in. You'll catch orange zest, dark bread, a touch of caramel, and a gentle halo of Christmas spice. Clove, Cinnamon, a whisper of nutmeg. The first sip is warm and welcoming. Malt sweetness wrapped around dried fruit notes, brightened by citrus, balanced by a quiet, Belgian yeast spice. The body is smooth and conforming, with a gentle lingering warmth that settles in the chest. Tomte is our devilish little mischief gnome, sneaking joy into long winter nights on the farm. A candle, a full goblet, laughter curling through the cold air.