Our Story
Born in 1923
In 1923, when the country was dry but spirits were not, a small barrelhouse stood quiet along a Kentucky river bend.
The man who tended it was known simply as "The Old Sot." Not a drunkard — but a keeper of barrels, a steward of oak and fire, a believer that whiskey, like character, is shaped slowly… and never rushed.
At dusk, he would sit with a glass in hand, watching the water roll by, speaking of harvests, hunts, hard winters, and harder-earned victories. What he made was not for the masses. It was for those who understood patience.
A century later, we honor that beginning — one limited release at a time.