In preparation for this announcement, I read ideas about bottles. Lots of them. Wine bottles. Bottles of ketchup. Messages in bottles. Turns out people are really, really angry about single-use water bottles. Imagine that!
We’ve been making beer for one year and four days. And until now your options for getting your hands on our product have been limited. Once our bottle releases hit they will still be limited. If you spot one in the wild be sure to move quickly. Realize that Solemn Oath is still in its infancy, and now we will be consistently out of beer on two fronts.
Thanks to Apartment Number 9 and Michael Kiser of Good Beer Hunting, you can now take a look inside our brewery walls from the comfort of your couch. These stylish folks strive to spread all aspects of Chicago craft culture and we love them for it.
If you frequent the taproom on the weekend, you’re well aware by now that you just may have to wait your turn in line in order to enter the Solemn walls. That’s because more people want to inhabit our space and take in the good vibes than is legally safe at a given time.
Hypothetically, if there were a flash fire that set our taproom walls ablaze, we often have the maximum number of people inside that would probably be able to make it out safely. Probably.
This month, we have some specials and surprises coming your way. I mean, our barrel-aged Oubliette isn’t going to drink itself. Expect something à la Radth; Dude, Hold My Purse; or Upper Lip Surprise to come and go in a flash in the taproom. We also have a Bannoffee pie-inspired take on Yarnbomb in the pipeline and a couple of the beers below are particularly well cut out for spice and fruit additions, so watch for the occasional one-off keg or firkin.
Since May of 2012, Solemn Oath has been bringing you beer the best way that we know how. And we know that you know that you know that we know that we appreciate your support. It has landed us on the cover of Beer Advocate. It has propelled us to the medal stand with our very first batch of beer. Our successes are yours. Let’s have s’more.