We were living in a wasteland. No good music, no good fun, and no good beer.

So we decided to make our own. We brought home our first homebrew kit- filled with that sticky bitter malt extract, a pittance of grains, and a couple ziplocs of hops- Then we left again, to get some supplies in town. When we returned, we discovered a small mess of the grains and chewed cardboard strewn about the floor. Paxton had made his way into the box while we were out and took a liking to the sweet, bready malts that we clearly had left for him. From then on, we always joked that our first beer had “a lil bit of dog slobber” in it. Since then, it’s shaped our philosophy on beer. Rich, unfiltered, no additives- good enough make your jowls drip.