Life begins in gardens.

Tomatoes, zucchini, eggplant and basil. That’s where it started for us. Out on the deck, grilling with friends. Discovering the joy of handcrafted food we had grown ourselves. And then there were hops.  Just two small rhizomes, planted on a whim. Yet they roared to life and swallowed our patio in a blaze of green. Rampant. Seductive. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. We had been roasting our own coffee for years. Why not try brewing beer? It seemed like such an innocent decision at the time…