The lager for loggers big and small. Put an axe in one hand and a glass in the other. Safety not guaranteed.

"I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees." -- attributed to Henry David Thoreau. In collaboration with Eons Adventure Park in Erlanger, KY we've created an easy drinking Kolsch, perfect for enjoying while wandering the walkways of the wilderness: in Eons and beyond.

Gargantuan. Tenacious. Foreboding. Ominous. Portentous. Really, there are endless ways to describe the terrible creature lurking beneath the waves. One sailor managed to escape a death defying encounter with the beast. Xavier Luis floated upon a raft of his splintered hull to tell the townsfolk that the legends were true. In the darkness, it waits. Many will pass unknowingly above it. Only some will survive.

"I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees." -- attributed to Henry David Thoreau. In collaboration with Eons Adventure Park in Erlanger, KY we've created a refreshing gluten free Kolsch. It's perfect for enjoying while you wander in the walkways of the wilderness: in Eons and beyond.

Sure, Philip Pullman's Amber Spyglass may have been created to view Dust, but that doesn't preclude us from re-puposing it into a tasty beverage. There are differences. The Amber Spyglass is the third and final novel in his trilogy, while this is our first (and probably not final) amber lager - the perfect companion for diving headfirst into a new universe. Universes. Dusty universes. You'll be fine.

Resurrected for the season is our Necromancer Nut Brown, a malty delicacy of mysterious magic. It may not actually raise the dead, but it'll certainly help you raise a toast. So summon your friends and throw back a pint of this hauntingly delightful ale while you still can; supply is gravely limited, and it may take ages to muster the might to rise again.

Sure, Philip Pullman's Amber Spyglass may have been created to view Dust, but that doesn't preclude us from re-puposing it into a tasty beverage. There are differences. The Amber Spyglass is the third and final novel in his trilogy, while this is our first (and probably not final) amber lager, aged on Amburana staves - the perfect companion for diving headfirst into a new universe. Universes. Dusty universes. You'll be fine.

This one's for the pun(n)y people with the big beards and pointy hats. Mysterious, mischievous masters of the micro-brew. These pint-sized guys can be a little short-sighted, but they're always meager to help at a minute's notice. When they're not busy brewing this pale ale with Krush, Sultana, and Nectaron hops, you can find 'em outside the taproom garden the door. Gnome pun intended.

Everyone knows "the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to one." But did you know the possibility of successfully crushing this IPA with Citra, Motueka, and Dolcita hops is entirely up to you? Just don't tell the scruffy-looking scoundrel sitting on the other side of the cantina. He always shoots first, and his stance is very clear: Never Tell Me the Hops!

Mandalorians are bound by a code - ideals and traditions that help bond the warriors and preserve their way of life as the galaxy changes around them. But the Mandalorians are not the only people with a code. IPA fans of the east champion fresh hops, minimal bitterness, and a murky appearance akin to the clouds of Bespin. This triple IPA with Galaxy, Citra, El Dorado, and Mosaic hops upholds the standards and proudly proclaims the mantra: This is the haze!

Originally titled The Art Baker Show, You Asked For It was everybody's favorite human interest program from 1950-1959. Don't act like you don't remember. We all remember. And we also all remember how everyone's favorite beer style was a West Coast IPA. It has hops in it, and they're actually used to add bitterness just like our forefathers of the Pacific intended. Take a trip back in time and relax.

Don't call it a comeback. Call it a New England IPA with tropical pineapple, lime, and kiwi. A tropical punch. A tropical punch coming straight for you. Bob, weave, and knock one back before it knocks you out, just like momma said.

Founder Mike Faretta's life was forever changed, for the better, by the arrival of a precocious kitten who grew to become the greatest of cats and everything the light touched was his kingdom. He even did everyone's taxes for a stretch, but the details aren't important. In honor of his life, we've made a cherry, strawberry, ice cream, and cheesecake imperial sour: a drink truly fit for the lion king. Raise one to Rufus and long live the king.

Created for a special occasion celebrating two of our close friends, we made a very limited sour that blends watermelon and strawberry into an ale as vibrant as they are. May it be a small page in their long, wonderful story. Perhaps, even, just one in a melon.

For our founder Bernie, we cooked up a special recipe for a tangerine creamsicle gluten free sour. And whether you're a man, a dragon man, or even just a dragon, this one will have you dishing out wicked guitar solos and burninating all of the countryside. Do not consume from within thatched-roof cottages!  And the Trogdor comes in the niiiiiiiiiiiight!

Djinn, Jinn, Jinni, or Aladdin's favorite buddy, Genie, whatever you call them, they've been around since time immemorial. Sometimes invisible, other times changelings, snakes, scorpions, lizards, and even humans, djinn are literally beings 'concealed from the senses'. Djinn and Juice: Orange Lime is anything but concealed from the senses. Loaded with orange and lime flavor, this ice cream sour can be sipped, laid back, with your mind on your money and your money on your mind.

The Wicked Witch of the West is the best known of the witches of Oz. But there were also wicked witches of the East, North, and South. And now we're adding a whole new kind: Wicked 'Wich, a peanut butter and grape jelly sour ale that flies above the rest. Follow the Yellow Brick Road to a beer like no other. You're not in Kansas anymore!

The origin of the word 'pixie' is uncertain. Could be Nordic, could be Cornish, could be Swedish. No one knows for sure. What we do know for sure is that they inhabit ancient underground sites like barrows and stone circles. And they also produce this potion, a berliner brimming with pink lemonade as much as the pixies themselves brim with mischief. What does it do? Guess you'll have to find out for yourself.

A beautiful forest spirit with animal features disgused under long clothing, the Huldra or pine tree Mary is a seductive creature who aided burners by watching their charcoal kilns while they rested. This bourbon barrel aged imperial stout with coffee and vanilla is black as coal and as seductive as its namesake. Tread carefully.

Enter the wonderful Wizarding World through a magical secret portal. Or porter. Rather than a brick wall at King's Cross Station, this is a captivating coconut and coffee concoction that will take you on a wild ride just in time for the Yule Ball. Mind the gap... and the dementors.

Blackbeerd is an imperial stout with coconut and oats. Blackbeard was the pirate name of Edward Teach, notorious pillager who met his fate in 1718 in a battle with Robert Maynard. What do they have to do with one another? Does it really matter? One taste of this treasure and you won't worry about anything but getting your hands on more.

Resident of Stoolbend and neighbor of the beloved Cleveland Brown, Lester Krinklesac is also the latest in a long line of crushable session meads. With bananas, walnuts, cinnamon, and vanilla, Lester is perfect for drinking at The Broken Stool or out in a folding chair on the front lawn.

Midnight. Fresno, California. A cool desert night envelops a group resting atop a hill. Scanning the horizon, they see...something. It looks lanky, disjointed, and bright white. It moves with all the grace of a baby giraffe. If you didn't know better, you'd say it's a walking pair of pants. It's the Fresno Nightcrawler. It strikes fear into no one. It's just an uncomplicated pair of pants, out for a walk. This uncomplicated session mead with blueberry, blackberry, and pinot grapes can't walk, but you can enjoy it just the same.

Luciano pioneered organized crime in America by working with other criminals instead of competing against them. Revolutionary! This smooth blend of orange and vanilla might just be your gateway to the mead life.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider goes up the water spout, but the Itsy Bitsy Cider goes directly into your pint glass. And while a little bit of rain completely derails the Itsy Bitsy Spider's grand adventure, nothing can stand in your way when you're crushing pours of this hard apple cider. Except trolls. We have no idea how to get past the trolls.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider goes up the water spout, but the Itsy Bitsy Cider goes directly into your pint glass. And while a little bit of rain completely derails the Itsy Bitsy Spider's grand adventure, nothing can stand in your way when you're crushing pours of this hard apple cider with cranberries. Except trolls. We have no idea how to get past the trolls.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na drink this! We contemplated making that the entire story here, but thought we should at least point out that our version of The Caped Crusader is a still mead with raspberry and blackberry, Dark as the Knight himself. So tasty that everyone will be drinking Batman forever.

Dick Grayson, The Boy Wonder, Batman's second in command: Robin is the sidekick to end all sidekicks. One half of the Dynamic Duo, Robin is always ready to face what may come. And what may come next is a strawberry mead, red as Robin's crimson costume. Great Gotham it's good!

He's Jabba the Hutt's court jester, a Kowakian monkey-lizard who struck a deal to make Jabba laugh at least once a day in exchange for umlimited food and drink or, upon failing, be slain. He's also a weird looking puppet guy. He's Salacious B Crumb: shrill laughing comedian of the Star Wars universe. And now a still mead with cashews, pecans, cinnamon, and vanilla. It might not make anyone laugh, but it will absolutely bring them joy in its own delicious way.

Just in time for Thanksgiving, a cranberry mead inspired by The King of Bootleggers: Charley Dale. After getting out of jail in late 1921, he spent his first taste of freedom sending his former fellow inmates a taste of the holidays with a gallon of oysters and a peck of cranberries. His friends wouldn't soon forget him and you won't soon forget his namesake mead.

Technically, Bizarro Batman's real name is Batzarro: the World's Worst Detective. We just couldn't bring ourselves to write all that out, so Bizarro Batman it is. Citizen of Htrae (yes, really), Batzarro runs around being bad at solving crimes. You know, the opposite of Batman. This mead isn't exactly the opposite of Batman (the mead), but it does take the raspberry and blackberry and add maple and vanilla to create a whole new dimension.

Just in time for Thanksgiving, a cranberry mead inspired by The King of Bootleggers: Charley Dale. After getting out of jail in late 1921, he spent his first taste of freedom sending his former fellow inmates a taste of the holidays with a gallon of oysters and a peck of cranberries. His friends wouldn't soon forget him and you won't soon forget his namesake mead.

A tribute to the Exalted One, the illustrious Jabba the Hutt - this luscious, limited mead would be right at home in a palace. Kick back, revel in the soothing sounds of the Max Rebo Band, and enjoy a glass next to your favorite carbonite wall decoration. But don't forget to pay your tab, or you'll be sent straight to the rancor pit. E chu ta!

Just in time for Thanksgiving, a cranberry mead inspired by The King of Bootleggers: Charley Dale. After getting out of jail in late 1921, he spent his first taste of freedom sending his former fellow inmates a taste of the holidays with a gallon of oysters and a peck of cranberries. His friends wouldn't soon forget him and you won't soon forget his namesake mead.

Just in time for Thanksgiving, a cranberry mead inspired by The King of Bootleggers: Charley Dale. After getting out of jail in late 1921, he spent his first taste of freedom sending his former fellow inmates a taste of the holidays with a gallon of oysters and a peck of cranberries. His friends wouldn't soon forget him and you won't soon forget his namesake mead.