The sum is so much worse than the parts. I'd love to try just the bourbon-aged Lukcy Basartd by itself, rather than force it through the high, dry heat of the ghost chilies. Every time I put the glass to my lips to take a sip, I had to fight the urge to change my mind.

I love Stone, and I love that they adventure with their beers. This experiment failed. It tasted like drinking watery mushed peppers.