Orlok / Blackout

It is said that a tree blossoms every 150 years in the courtyard of Count Orlok's palace. And every 150 years, the tree grows greener than all the trees in Transylvania, where the Count's palace stands, and in its heart, a fruit grows that no one is allowed to touch, for it is said that the fruit is haunted. Haunted because, in the evening, one can see the slender form of the famous Count Orlok descend from his palace to pick the fruit under the soft light of the full moon. Children who, urged on by their friends to steal fruit from the tree called Portocale, always find a sweet, juicy fruit, which here, on the other side of the Atlantic, we call an orange. The next morning, each child who stole a fruit from the tree disappears, according to legend, devoured or taken in their sleep by Count Orlok, protector of his beloved fruit.

This story, shared with us by the guys at Blackout Brewing in Transylvania during our trip to Hungary, is etched in our memories deeper than a vampire's fangs, and it's what strangely led us to this collaboration. As dark as the night the Count descends from his palace, this beer is a testament to his infamy, where the taste of Portocale sinks into us like venom, promising its return, while simultaneously blending with the inviting flavors of chocolate and vanilla—those dark temptations.

Raising our glasses to our Transylvanian friends,

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