Crabbie's Original Alcoholic Ginger Beer is part of Scotland's famous Crabbie clan, founded in 1801 in the ancient Scottish port of Leith.
Made from a secret recipe, Crabbie's ginger beer has 4 top secret ingredients. They combine these with steeped ginge, which is shipped all the way from the Far East, just as the first Scots Merchant Adventurers did so many years ago.
At Crabbie's, things are done by the book. The ginger is steeped for 6 long weeks to produce its deep, deliciously spicy flavour.
With centuries of experience behind the company and use of the finest products, the uniquely refreshing sparkle of Crabbie's speaks for itself.
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Hoyne Brewing Co.
Try out the newest craft beers on the block, brewed right here in Victoria.
The Big Bock - The Majestic Rooster, unafraid to strut his colours. Proud. His voice
clear and strong (maybe a bit annoying if you were hoping to sleep in).
When he boldly proclaims his dominion, his entire flock listens, or
pretends not to listen. Here is to standing proud, admiring your flock,
and proclaiming “cock-a-doodle-do!”
Down Easy Pale Ale - And in the beginning, word came forth, “Let there be ale, and let it be
the colour of barley in the summer sun, and let it paradoxically both
quench and create great thirst.” Who are we to disagree? Sit back, take
it easy, enjoy the slow ride.
Hoyner Pilsner - On the third night, I handed my sweetie a tall slender Pilsner.
Perfectly poured. While holding it up and gazing either at it, or
through it at me, she said softly, “you are so fine to me.” It was hard
to tell if she meant to be heard. “Ambiguity, thy Name is Woman”, I
nearly uttered. Whether she was speaking to me, or to the beer, it was
merely semantics. The deal was sealed. I would make it my life”s work to
make fine beer.
Devil's Dream IPA - Here”s to Daniel Lapp, Oliver Schroer, ELH, and all great fiddlers.
Libation and music, like the tumultuous marriage of malt and hops, stand
waiting with us at the crossroads. And look: here comes the Devil,
whistling past the graveyard, singing in the midnight choir, bottle in
one hand, a fiddle in the other, and that crazy smile… |
