The borrowed recipes

Our Story

A loaded 1930s truck on a snow-covered northern road at night
The run home. Winter, and no particular interest in stopping.

01

Old Steve went south

The Americans invented moonshine, and we respect them for that. We really do. We just thought it needed a little work. So Old Steve went down south, found the best recipe anyone was willing to leave sitting out, and brought it home.

02

They called it theft

The Americans called it theft. Steve called it research. Either way, nobody was pleased about it, and the drive home was considerably faster than the drive down.

03

800 miles, in winter

Eight hundred miles through hostile territory with a loaded truck and headlights off more often than on. Our secret, of course, was knowing how to drive in winter. Who knew?

04

Then we improved it

Better grain. Cleaner water. A slower run and a smoother finish. Canadian ingredients, a Canadian still, and people who take the time to do it properly.

A mason jar of clear moonshine on a worn wooden table under lantern light

Made in Canada

Inspired by America

Without their permission. Corn and rye grown under big honest skies, water drawn cold and clean, and a slow run through copper until the harshness falls away.

Nothing here is rushed and nothing here is hidden. Jars, lamplight and a hundred years of stubbornness — bottled into a globe.

Damn Good Shine.