In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps on the couch—because in this jungle, the monkey is king, and there he sits upon his throne in that most speculative of all positions, pondering not cosmological mysteries like the origins of the universe, but instead, that deep-thinking jungle king is pondering just how in darn tootin’ they got that coconut in the bottle! I mean, there’s no way it fit through the opening—but doggone it, it tastes like there’s a coconut in there! And not just coconut—that monkey is tasting rich malt layered with a mocha-chocolaty-roastiness, smooth caramel, biscuits and yes, toasty coconut! Will the monkey ever figure it out? Who knows, because some mysteries endure, so take your place on that throne, put on your thinking cap, and ponder the mysteries of why this porter is so mind-bogglingly delicious!