Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your lager. I'm not sure why he would have, since he really doesn't have anything to do with it. It was here, resting for a long time in a fermenter far, far away. Biding its time to become the greatest lager in the galaxy. A crisp, refreshing rice lager destined to rule The Empire. Search your feelings. You know it to be true.
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.
Towering above the Sword Coast, Candlekeep shelters the land's greatest library of books, texts, and scrolls. A destination for scholars and various seekers of knowledge, this immense fortress offers the collected wisdom of ages and the protection of the monks of the Avowed. What more could you ask for? Well, perhaps it would be a refreshing ale to sip on while you kick back and get educated. Introducing the (soon to be) realm-famous Candlekeep Wheat.
Lady Elvira Grey rules over the largest (and one of the safest) towns in all of Albion: the capital city of Bowerstone! A bustling and bountiful North section; a slum in the South. What more could anyone want? A quay? A jail? It has them all! It even has a namesake brown ale that suits citizens all the way from the Market to Fairfax Gardens. Grab a pint and peruse to your heart's content.
So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. Except Ponyboy. And maybe 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.
You talkin' to me? Yeah, you up there. What, you think you're better than me? Put 'em up! That's what I thought. This all Citra hazy pale ale might be slight on ABV, but it still packs a punch. Just like me! Step up or step off. Shape up or ship out. Go big or go gnome!
There are many trials to face on the path to becoming a Witcher, and the Trial of the Grasses is arguably the most significant. It introduces a series of mutagenic herbs and chemicals to the Witcher's body, altering the nervous system to respond with super-human abilities. Much like the real trial, this beer will have you feeling freakishly strong and agile. Unlike the real trial, it's just in your head. You're still the same. Except now you might be drunk. WITCHER.
Not that long ago, in a taproom relatively close by, a NEIPA with cryo hops and honey was created to fuel the Rebel Alliance. Take a break from bullseyeing wamprats in your T16 and make the Kessel run on your way to Fabled Brew Works for a pint of Episode IV: A New Hop. Don't have a bad motivator: get off your tin can and get some of this hazy IPA before it's gone.
Created by Yavanna for the Great Journey, lembas, or waybread, can sustain adventurers through the longest of travels. Made by the elves, it can't be consumed by evil creatures. You're not evil, are you?
Here, if you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw. Well, I shouldn't have a straw because this milkshake is an IPA. No one should have a straw. That would be weird. So I guess you should just keep your milkshake. You. Drink. Your. Milkshake. It's delicious.
In collaboration with our friends and neighbors at We Rock the Spectrum, we combined to create a rainbow sherbet ice cream sour that totally rocks the full spectrum of flavor. Orange, raspberry, and lime come together to make a taste sensation that'll have you racing for more. Be sure to stop by We Rock and burn off some of that energy. Watch out for turtle shells and banana peels.
The Night's Watch stands atop the Wall, guarding against threats from beyond. The prospect of wildings, giants, and white walkers all chill them to the bone. One way to warm them up is a tall flagon of gingerbread cookie porter. The blend of spices is sure to melt their icy hearts and bring them a moment of peace. At least until they're told the name. In the end, there's nothing they can do to stop it: Winter is Coming.
The Night Watch might be the last place you want to find yourself, but rest assured you're in good company with Mr. Tartly. Whether sharing your favorite books or heading out beyond the wall, Samwell is a great companion to have at your side.
Enter the wonderful Wizarding World through a magical secret portal. Or is it a 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.
Kazgoroth, the Beast. He has come to destroy the Earthmother. He's a shapechanger, and this time he's taken the form of a stout with coffee and hazelnuts. It may not help him in his efforts to corrupt the island of Gwyneth, but it will certainly help bring an impressive deluge of flavor to this imperial monstrosity. His battle with the Leviathan, the Pack, and Kamerynn the Unicorn may rage endlessly, but this stout won't last forever.
E.T.A. Hoffmann wrote The Nutcracker and the Mouse King, which made its way into Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker, which has now made its way into this beer. And we changed Mouse King to Rat King because it sounds cooler. Just like The Nutcracker, The Rat King embodies Christmas, brimming with the flavors of a classic Swedish tea ring: walnut, brown sugar, cinnamon, and icing. Allow The Rat King to bring you to the Land of Sweets and share his love of Christmas this holiday season.
From the wilds of Northern Germany, an undead horror rises to haunt the living. A recently deceased person with their name on their burial clothing, open eyes, red lips, or their thumb held in their opposite hand is likely to return from the grave to take their revenge by draining their victims' life force. Well, this hommage is as dark as the night - a German Chocolate Cake stout with loads of sweet coconut and decadent chocolate. Meeting a nachzehrer is scary. Drinking Nachzehrer is scary good.
The Totanac legend of Xanat is pretty gnarly. There's a king and a princess and a couple of beheadings. It's a whole thing. In the end, though, there's a sweet vanilla orchid offered to the gods. It's name? Zacanatanuxanath, meaning ripe and black vanilla, which is perfect for our single adjunct vanilla stout. Except, that's really hard to say, so we opted for its short form. Enjoy a legendary glass of Xanat.
Below the towering Cretan mountain, Ida and Adrasteia nursed the infant Zeus. Feeding him milk of the goat Amalthea, the pair cared for the young King of the Gods. Once while picking snow-white berries for the boy, Ida pricked her finger, staining the berry with her blood, coloring it red for all eternity. Thus was born the "bramble bush of Ida", the raspberry. As a reward for their love, Zeus turned the two nymphs into constellations: Adrasteia became Ursa Major, the Great Bear. May she watch over you as she did Zeus.
Ellsworth Raymond 'Bumpy' Johnson. Now that's a name. A Harlem crime boss in the 1930's, he was the chief lieutenant of Madame Stephanie St. Clair, a racketeer and local legend. Bumpy lived the life in New York City until 1952, when he was captured and sentenced to 15 years in prison, most of which he served in the famous Alcatraz prison in San Francisco. He was inmate number 1117. And that's how many glasses of this strawberry white chocolate mead you'll be downing soon.
Though never proven, it's alleged that Jay Gatsby made his new money fortune via bootlegging. No matter how it came to be, there's no denying his greatness. Greatness that can only be matched by a blackberry chocolate chip ice cream session mead, perfect for that fanciest of Long Island parties. So we beat on, our boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into another full pour.
It’s 1925 and St. Paul, Minnesota is brimming with criminals. The Bootleggers Wife takes a look from an unusual angle, telling the story of a woman trapped in a life of crime. Charlotte LeDoux, wife of bootlegging kingpin Gus "Lucky" LeDoux, seeks freedom for herself and safety for her child. Their relationship may not be the model for Valentine's Day love, but this lovingly crafted mead is the model for Valentine's Day delight. Banana, walnut, and maple come together like Charlotte's plan of escape: like a dream.
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 Sugar House Gang, also dubbed the Purple Gang, ran Detroit's mob scene during prohibition. Known for their savagery, they were involved (or suspected of involvement) in the Cleaners and Dryers War, Milfaflores Massacre, St. Valentine's Day Massacre, and Collingwood Manor Massacre. In short: they were notorious. And our black currant, blueberry, cherry, and vanilla mead is notoriously delectable. Grab a sugar rush in the Sugar House before it's too late.
During Prohibition, there was a woman named Gertrude “Cleo” Lythgoe, known for supplying liquor to Americans in need. Thankfully nowadays you don't have to travel to the Lucerne Hotel in Nassau to get some of the good stuff. It's right here in this lime, coconut, and banana mead.
Residents of Fergus County, Montana looking for a place to party during Prohibition knew to head toward Birdie Brown's place. Have enough of her namesake blueberry and apple mead and you'll soon be seeing the ghost of her black cat perched on the window sill.
Known as a squealer for his testimony against NYPD Lieutenant Charles Becker, Jacob Rosenzweig was also known as Billiard Ball Jack due to his bald appearance. While he didn't have peach fuzz on his head, this peach pie mead will remind you of Georgia more than Manhattan.
Once called 'The most dangerous man in the country', "Red" Dillard Morrison was a mob boss and enforcer in 1930's Harlem. An associate of Lucky Luciano and one time paramour of singer Etta James, Red spent his days moving product and making enemies out of rivals like Bumpy Johnson. After being arrested in 1950 and paralyzed in a prison fight in 1953, Red was released in 1955 to continue plying his trade well into his 60's. His namesake mead is a raspberry dream: dangerously tasty for dangerous Red.