Under midnight skies, we imbued our creation with the velvety darkness of cacoa, the smoldering fire of chiles, the power of pumpkin, and the nuance of spices. This combination created an otherworldly beast, one whose intensity we couldn’t contain. We fearfully crammed him into our bourbon oak chambers. He shrieked through the nights, and we laid awake in terror as the barrels groaned. One moonlit night, Xibalba burst forth, his power and strength surging beyond imagination. We fled in horror as he ransacked the temple with the subtle scent of bourbon and spices as backdrop to the utter carnage.