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.

Radagast isn't your ordinary wizard, and Radlergast isn't your ordinary beer. Radagast is an eccentric, pure-hearted shaman with an affinity toward nature and animals. Radlergast is a smooth summer wheat ale blended with lemonade for the scorching days ahead. Still not seeing the connection? While Radagast was sent by the Valar to stabilize Middle Earth, Radlergast was sent by the Earth to stabilize your thirst.

So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Except Ponyboy.
And this shimmering blonde ale blended with rich coffee for a taste far superior to anything you'll find digging around in those old dusty treasure chests. Please, be sure to delve responsibly.

From the fantastic depths of the world emerges the undulating eldritch horror, the Great Old One, destroyer of worlds. A grotesque abomination that strikes fear into the hearts of all, he's become rather thirsty, and he's crushing pilsners right up until closing time!

He's a difficult guy to ask to leave.

Charlemagne. Midas. Lear? There are countless kings throughout history, both real and imagined. Most of them get to wear crowns. Or maybe they have to wear crowns. That's the whole thing: crowns are heavy. They're metal and covered in jewels. It's a lot. What isn't heavy is this crushable, classic Hefeweizen, ready to happily serve at your side and fill your cup for time immemorial.

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.

Step on in to our magical shop, filled to the brim with tinctures and treasures for all of your ailments. It seems as though you're suffering from a severe lack of fresh New England IPA. Luckily for you, we have one packed with Nectaron, Mosaic, and Callista hops right here, ready to go: the finest any Hopothecary can offer.

Battle is exhausting - especially when 300 soldiers are trying to fend off an army that numbers in the tens of thousands. When King Leonidas discovers his friend with a brutal wound on his face, Dilios delivers an iconic line: "It's just an eye. The gods saw fit to grace me with a spare." We found this fitting for our collab with Hop Butcher: a New England IPA with Peacharine, Simcoe, and Elani LupoMax hops. Whatever life decides to throw at you today, embrace it with the unwavering resolve of a Spartan warrior.

SpongeBob. The answer to the question you're asking yourself right now is SpongeBob. His pants: square. His house? Tastes like this milkshake IPA; like a pineapple. There's no seawater, but that's a good thing in this case. Just a NEIPA with pineapple to fuel as much jellyfishing as you can possibly handle.

Greetings. You look weary. I have something to help you relax, if you're interested. The finest skooma, the sweetest blueberries. This batch is even more special. Aged in a bourbon barrel. It'll have you chasing cliffracers, seeing Azura's Star, and sleeping it off in the sand of the Imperial City Waterfront. Don't pet the Khajiit.

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Moltres is a Pokemon inspired by the firebird of Slavic folklore. When injured, it dips itself in magma to burn and heal itself. Since you don't exactly have that option, you can dip yourself into an orange pineapple sour and keep the heat of summer at bay. Moltres: I choose you!

Since 2020, founder Aprill Courtney and her husband Rob have had to deal with the shenanigans that their dog Goose has brought into their lives.  His bark brother, Maverick, was the perfect only child, which made them want more.  Although Goose is loyal as hell, hindsight is 20/20: their names are reversed when compared to the original Top Gun characters' personalities.  Instead of Goose being Maverick's conscience, it's Maverick for Goose.  He acts as the voice of reason, trying to talk Goose out of making impulsive decisions, specifically trying to sneak sips of mom's margaritas, akin to this bourbon barrel aged margarita gose.  However, they truly are two peas in a pod and best friends.  Goose just makes life a little spicier.

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.

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!

A fruited sour fit for King Arthur himself.
Infused with mango, guava, passionfruit, and a bunch of old timey magic we can't legally admit to, it will give you all the strength you need for sword pulling. This one is simply wizard.

Brainstorm, take me away from the norm. I got to tell you somethin': Whoa. Amburana is the color of your energy. Whoa. Is there really much more to say? An amburana aged imperial porter with vanilla may not look like shades of gold displayed naturally, but it sure tastes like it. Whoa.

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In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie - between the Towers of the Teeth - sits Morannon: the Black Gate of Mordor. The entrance to Sauron's dark land may be impossible to breech. The Black Gate of S'Mordor, however, may be impossible to resist. It's a hulking stout aged in bourbon barrels with colossal quantities of peanut butter, chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers to remind you of the campfires of youth and the endless fires of the land of shadows.

Weird Al said it best in his classic Yoda: Luke stay away from the darker side, if you start to go astray, let the force be your guide. A clear message if there ever was one. Beware the Dark Side. But, you might be a little braver than that scruffy looking nerf herder. You might just dabble with a triple chocolate imperial stout, dark as every Darth in the galaxy. You might even survive. But don't say Yoda didn't warn you.

Here unto Hell it seems, has fallen to me a helmless Dream. To Lucifer I shall usher thee, despite the weakness I perceive.
Your quest will be to no avail, she will ensure that you will fail. Alas, we'll go across the moat, for I'm your keeper Squatterbloat.

What is this, a crossover episode? Strawberry Shortcake and Short Round in the same universe? Well, kind of. The flavor is strawberry shortcake, the man is Short Round. Although, it would be pretty neat to watch Strawberry Shortcake run around the Temple of Doom. How about you just have some session mead while we work out the details?

He's a former US president, the face on the dollar bill, and the guy forever associated with the cherry tree. No, it's not everyone's favorite Martin Van Buren. It's George "The Rock" Washington. So take out your wooden teeth and sip on this cherry and vanilla ice cream session mead. And don't tell lies. George doesn't like it when you lie.

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.

Charlotte LeDoux was in too deep with the criminal underworld of bootlegging. Her only way out is to change her identity and disappear. A puff of smoke, some new lipstick, and voila! Meet Esther Smith. Esther might be flying under the radar to keep herself out of harm's way, but the flavors in this banana, walnut, vanilla, and cinnamon mead, aged in a bourbon barrel, aren't lurking in the shadows.

Prometheus: Greek Titan who stole fire from the Gods to share with early humans. Pometheus: mead with pomegranates, blackberries, and vanilla beans that steals flavor from the Earth to share with us today. Prometheus was punished severely for his act of defiance, chained to a rock and attacked by an eagle for all of time. Pometheus gets consumed until nothing remains but a memory. Tragic.

Sure, he's not a bootlegger... or even an insurance salesman with obvious Mafia ties. But the Scranton Strangler still kinda fits our mead theme since he's at least a notorious criminal (even if Toby has doubts). This delightful tribute features white grape and... chokeberries!It might not make the local headlines, and you sure won't find it at Poor Richard's. But this one is sneaky, and it'll take your breath away.

The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. "Off with his head!" We aren't quite as aggressive as the Queen, but we do strongly recommend you try this mead with cherries, raspberries, and red currants. It's red like the Queen and just a touch less hostile. We don't want to say what will happen if you pass on this one.

According to Greek mythology, citrus fruits were the dowry of Hera, the bride of Zeus, who kept them jealously hidden away in a blissful garden situated at the western end of the earth. Each of three nymphs guarded her own fruit: Aigle tended the citron, Hesperethusa the orange, and Arethusa the lemon. Thankfully, Arethusa didn't keep them all to herself. You know what they say: When life gives you lemons, throw a party.

Attila ruled all of the Huns in the 400s. This traditional tonic rules all of the honeys for the rest of time. Attila the Honey: Gallberry Blossom uses a single type of honey, gallberry blossom, to create a throwback to the oldest alcoholic beverage in the world. With a clean and refreshing taste, Attila the Honey will conquer your tastebuds like Attila tried to conquer the world.