A name from the beginning of America
John Fitch was a Connecticut man who spent the lean years of the Revolution making himself useful. He served as a gunsmith to the New Jersey militia, and went on repairing and refitting muskets at Trenton after he walked away from the ranks.
Then he turned supplier: beer and tobacco to the Continental Army at Philadelphia in the autumn of 1777, then beer, rum, and provisions to the men at Valley Forge through the winter that followed.
History remembered him for the steamboat. We remember him for the spirits.
Two states, one current
Our home is South Windsor, Connecticut, on the banks of the Connecticut River. Two and a half centuries on, his name connects Connecticut and Pennsylvania again.
From the Connecticut to the Delaware, the country between the two states is the heart of this story. We call it the Liberty Ridge Region — a historic corridor of farms, rivers, workshops and taverns where the character of early America was forged.
It is also the road John Fitch travelled.
The craft begins in the field
Good whiskey does not begin at the still. It begins in the field.
We know the name of the farmer who grows our corn. Every batch has to pass through grain, fermentation, distillation, oak and time. Nothing worth doing here is done quickly.
The luxury of the authentic
Luxury is usually pinned to scarcity. But real luxury rests on provenance.
Knowing where a thing came from. Knowing who made it. Knowing why it was made. And having the patience to let craftsmanship show itself over time.
Every bottle is a ledger entry. And every entry tells a story.
Small batches. Slow proof. Careful hands.
The door has closed behind you. Pour one.