“I suspect states are going to realize there’s money to be made, and they’ll start to change laws so people can distil to sell. It happened with wine, it happened with beer.”

They could recognize each other’s style by their dots and dashes. They called that the “fist.” St. George, they have a fist.

They could recognize each other’s style by their dots and dashes.

Our relationship with alcohol is a hologram for how human beings relate to the natural world.

It is in some ways the best expression of what humans are able to do. Nobody else can make that! And it’s delicious.

When you get to that level of brown liquor – an age distillate of a fermented thing, grain that we learned how to plant and make grow.

From the early days of the telegraph, to be a telegrapher was a job, and there weren’t many of those folks. T

They don’t understand what they’ve done until the late 1800s, but they know if they combine things in a certain way, they’ll get something magic.

You taste something from St. George, even across categories – the gin, the whisky – it tastes like something from St. George. It’s the same as going to a great bar:

Distilling is such a strange and arcane art, still.

Not quite a science yet, but when someone’s making something weird, I like to know about it.

From the early days of the telegraph, to be a telegrapher was a job, and there weren’t many of those folks.

There’s something about when humanity goes from hoping they get lucky in finding something fermented to doing it on purpose.

Typically we don’t think of cities as being particularly extreme environments

You get the soul of the person making it.

But few places on earth get as hot as a rooftop or as dry as the corner of a heated living room.

To drink beer is to be human.

Beer is sacred business, a mood-altering food substance that may have preserved the human species.

You are a funny man! Beer is women’s work.”

Anyone who has ever walked upright has loved beer, celebrated over it, told talks over it, hatched plots over it, courted over it.

Beer was the driving force that led nomadic mankind into village life.

We may not know who is craft beer but we sure as hell will know what is craft beer by who isn’t.

And it occurs to me that if I were aboard a rowboat floating in the middle of all the beer I’ve drunk in a lifetime,

Beauty is in the hand of the beer holder. Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.