Nicodemus Probably Liked Rum

Making whiskey seems like a noble job. For a drink to be used in times of celebration, loneliness grieving, sexual desire and complete and utter political frustration. Hunter Thompson says that all the pigs should have to go and live on Vesco Island. It would be so overrun with porcine species by now that we could raise money with big game hunts sponsored by multinational oil and construction companies.

So we make the spirits and try not to let the pigs ruin our days. We celebrate what is left to celebrate and let go of what might have been. We celebrate these shorter and shorter Indian Summer Days, the sweet tasting dried grains, the smell of yeast multiplying and the pleasure of walking and talking with the handful of friends that really matter.

I am melancholy today, missing old family, political rants fueled by sweet cocktails, Richard Nixon and Bebe Rebozo.

We are committed to making the best spirits that we possibly can to provide the perfect drink for the best times of life. Make yourself a drink and toast to the pigs on Vesco Island and to D.B. Cooper, wherever he is.