The late autumn sun disappears amongst the trees. You rise from your bench, the gravel crunches beneath your shoes. With maß in hand you scan for the nearest beer counter. Once spotted you begin your stroll through the Bavarian paradise surrounding you. As you exhale, you see a wisp of your warm breath meeting the cool air. There’s one thing you seek, a flawless malt profile, notes of chocolate, biscuit, and caramel. A shadow in a glass – the almighty Dunkel.