Late in 2016, charred-oak bourbon barrels were carefully filled with pitch-black elixir fated to undergo a transformation. There it would condition under the watchful gaze of our Brewmaster, waiting for the perfect moment to emerge. After countless evaluations, the time came 427 days later. The oak had weaved its way throughout Scytale, imparting the lively symphony of flavors and aromas our Brewmaster sought. Meander through the mysteries of 427 Scytale, but remember that few expeditions we set out upon unfurl in predictable fashion.