Legend has it this lobo has a taste for world class single malts. When the sun dies and the moon shines, he’s looking to fill his cup with barrel-aged nectar. As the story goes, he can smell the hard stuff from miles away, and he won’t rest till he’s wet his whistle. Hear him howl, and you know the deed is done. Drink up, partner.

• Super soft fleece
• Airlume combed and ringspun poly/cotton blend
• Comfy neck seam tape
• Classic Sendero labelling