This is our rye.  There are many like it, but this one is ours.  Without our rye, we are nothing.   Without fabricated stories about its origins, our rye is something.  Something that was milled, mashed, fermented, distilled and matured by the Bros. you know so well.   Infamous* mobsters would probably hate it.   That being said, we hope you dig it.  

 

*Infamous is when you are MORE than famous.     

 

How do the Bros. enjoy this spirit:  

Mike: Neat or in a Sazerac

Matt: Neat or in a Sazerac