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A Look at Our Latest

We’ve been on a bit of a sour and/or fruit kick lately, and this lineup reflects that.

First we launched the over-the-top Hyper-Grapefruit Hefeweizen of “Zesty My Bestie” at Trekker’s in Chesham, which started as a traditionally-brewed hefeweizen but evolved into a 6.7% ABV pink grapefruit monster. That was followed just a few short hours later with the launch of the Eurovision parody-inspired “JÁJÁ ĐINGĐONG”, a 4.1% ABV Raspberry Black Currant Sour brewed especially for and with our friends at A Hoppy Place in Windsor.

What time is it? Beer time (yes, that’s a beer mug. I don’t care if it looks like coffee. It’s beer – prove me wrong).

Our third in this not-quite-intentional triumvirate is the White Chocolate Cherry Gose “Disco Duck”. Coming in at 5.0% ABV, it has already put smiles on the faces of the handful of tasters we sent early access samples to. We think this one is going to remain in memory long after the glass is empty.

Each of these are seasonal brews, so we’ll see their return, but it’ll be another year before we make room in the fermenters for them.


23 August – mark your calendars.

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Dear Twitter: A Love Letter

Remember these?

Hi there Twitter®. No, not you, Twitter Users. No, not you either, Twitter Execs. I’m writing directly to the app.

I know I’ve been neglectful. I probably could have tried harder. Things got…complicated. We were both so young when we first met – has it really been a decade? We’ve both come a long way and I feel like we should reconnect.

I remember the moment we were introduced – 16 May, 2009. It was the night the NIN/JA concert came to Chula Vista. The weather was hot and dry, but the air was humid from the sweat of a few thousand concert goers.

Amidst a conversation about the some tamales and fish tacos at the venue with my new friend-for-life-perhaps-even-a-soulmate-even-if-we’d-only-just-met at the concert (I haven’t spoken to them since) showed me their BlackBerry®. They were looking up info for the next performer, seeing if any of them had a website of their own.

And then it happened. I saw Dave Navarro.

I was powerless to turn away from Dave[‘s Twitter feed].

Or, more accurately, I read one of his tweets.

You were pretty limited back then. No pictures, 140 character limitation, not even a decent retweet function. But curiosity had me. I can’t tell you what his stream said, it seems his account got suspended since then. I started to… I…

Um… Can we just go back to Dave again?

I don’t usually go for guys with tattoos and nipple rings, but I think I’d make an exception here. Just look at him. His skin care routine must take hours, he doesn’t have a single blemish!

What were we talking about? Twitter? Oh right, so yeah, I meant to spend more time with you, but after that night it was only a few short days before I moved to Japan, and you just weren’t a thing there. When I finally got back to the West, everything was different. You were different. You seem angrier now, and I want to reconnect, but not if I’m just going to be a lightning rod for your angst. I’ll trust you, though. I’ll give this a second chance.

Besides, you did turn me on to Dave. Unf, Dave…


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Designed in 1776, David Bushnell’s ‘Turtle‘ was, by definition, a “lemon”.

Yes, folks, it’s that time again. Your rumors are true: we’ve something brand new comin’ your way! The team over at Trekker’s Bar & Bottle Shop were looking to do something special for their 1st Birthday, which we of course turned down because that’s far too young to be drinking.

The pitch they had was straightforward enough: make a sour that tasted of lemon meringue pie. We discussed the recipe and how we wanted to achieve the flavor and set a brewday in the calendar. They even had a name picked out in advance, which seemed a good omen to us – everything was going smoothly.

Then the world ground to a halt.

Ever wonder why these shots show beer in the glass but the bottle is still capped?

We pressed on with the brewing at an acceptable social distance: just over 10 miles. The Trekker’s team couldn’t quite reach the equipment at that distance, so we lent them a hand.

It’s a common practice in collaboration brews for the guest to clean the mash tun of the host brewery. Since they couldn’t physically do this, we, in the spirit of collaboration, assisted by driving the grain to their place and dumping it on their doorstep. We didn’t see it in their recent pictures, so I’m guessing it worked out!


No, I absolutely will not put a quote about life giving lemons.

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Upstart Brewery Startup Now Online

In what has been an unintentional running-gag for the last several years, the Mad Yank Brewery has been loath to get online, as evidenced by their constantly dragging their feet to get their website up and running.

“Well I wouldn’t say we were ‘loath to’, it just didn’t make sense to pour time and effort into it yet,” whined Chief Brewer and Co-Founder Grant “Boo-hoo I’m SO Busy” Graeber.

The Mad Yank’s Director and Co-Founder, Larissa Graeber (no relation, unless you consider “marriage” a relation), could not be reached for comment, owing entirely to her abiding by the 2-meter rule.

“You are not reading this in my voice. You don’t even know who I am.”

“I’ve been telling him we should have more of a presence online all along,” Larissa happily reported via phone, however. “He kept coming back with excuses like ‘return on investment’ and ‘I need sleep’.”

With a steady output on their modest 1.5BBL kit and a couple of power naps, Grant’s list of excuses ran dry. “I gave him an ultimatum,” added Larissa, “I said he can either get the site built, or stay bolted inside of his office.”

“There’s a window for deliveries,” she pointed out, “and the kids slipped notes under the door with little motivational phrases like ‘I miss you’ and ‘Get back to work’.”

“Get back to work.”

– Your Son

This was apparently the right fire to light under Grant’s arse, because you’re now reading a post on said website. When asked to comment, Grant was quick to defend his position. “I’m stretching out my lower back, stop staring.”

With a conspicuous lack of attention to their social media accounts on Facebook, Twitter and, to a lesser extent, Instagram, the self-proclaimed “regular people” duo of Larissa and Grant have brought their website out of mothballs and upgraded it to a fully functional webshop and information hub for the brewery.


I read about the origin of the Mad Yank Brewery and all I got was this lousy tweet!

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the Beer Baroness: What We Know

Artist sketch of Larissa based on no witness accounts.

Strictly speaking, she can’t actually be called a “baroness”, which is defined as:

baroness |ˈberənəs| noun
• the wife or widow of a baron. The term “Baroness” is not used as a form of address in Britain, baronesses usually being referred to as “Lady.”

So far as we know, she’s not the widow of anyone, let alone a baron. As for “lady”? Ha! That’s rich. Title or no, that word has never applied to her, according to our research. Here’s what we do know:

  • She was captain of the rugby team in college. Twice.
  • She’s broken multiple fingers more than once – how is a bit of a mystery, but it wasn’t while picking out hats for Ascot.
  • She’s been to Ascot.
  • An unconfirmed report describes how she fashioned a pair of reins out of a bedsheet during childbirth and proceeded to slap* them while yelling, “heeyah!”
    (*If true, it demonstrates she is not a rider, as this is only done in the movies.)

None of that, however, seems to indicate how she came to be the Director of a small nanobrewery.

It’s a matter of public record that she owns a 50% stake in The Mad Yank Brewery, the other half belonging to her presumed husband. As neither owns a majority stake, they allegedly resolve all issues through a combination of physical combat implements and an old method of arbitration: Boxing Gloves at 50 Paces.

Evidence exists that she once worked for a global fitness corporation, residing over the marketing department for the European branch of the company. Witnesses claim she departed the company after buying “a one-way ticket to Hawai’i” shortly after earning a pay raise.


Ladies take a seat. The women are talking.