Some journey the world in search of that special someone; a soul-mate for which they are perfectly suited to spend eternity. The Bachelor observes this behavior—he can even find the nobility and normalcy in it—but for him, monogamy is simply too cruel a rule. This free-wheeling gadabout sees the fairer half of this spinning orb’s populace as a nearly endless source of pleasure. Were it possible, he’d have his way with all of them, but knowing his earthly and biologic limitations, he employs a more selective, fastidious approach that’s as frequent as it is fleeting, hand-selecting conquests, one after the other, unimpeded by the concept of forever. It’s always a one-time thing. There will be no repeat-performances. It’s going to be what it’s going to be, but it’s also going to be a thorough exploration that touches on all the senses.
There you are, perched atop a barstool, perusing the beer-board, when suddenly you pick up the silhouette of a foreboding figure in your periphery. Though unassuming in most ways, this individual demands your attention—not by might or even with words—but by his mere presence. He stands at the doorway for a moment, surveying the place’s inhabitants, assessing…always assessing. For this is his business, assessment and, of course, collection. Though gaunt as a specter, his right forearm is surprisingly meaty, for it does the literal heavy-lifting. Dangling from the end of that appendage is an empty satchel, but it won’t be empty for long. The Exciseman has come to claim his due and he won’t be leaving until he’s been made whole.
The results of our 2016 Holiday Food Drive are in and, thanks to all of our amazing, passionate, generous fans, we were able to collect a whopping 23,153 pounds of donations for the Jacobs & Cushman San Diego Food Bank. We did not stutter (or ham-hand it on the keyboard)…we really raised more than 11½ tons of canned meats, soups, fruits, vegetables, dried goods and more, which the Food Bank says equals 19,294 meals for families in need throughout San Diego County. We expected this to go well, but honestly, we’re floored with how you all came out in force to better the lives of all of our neighbors.
This was our fourth year holding this drive. The first year, we counted ourselves lucky to collect the 263 pounds we handed over to the Food Bank. When we more than doubled that with 633 pounds the next year, we were overjoyed with the increase. And last year, when we got all the way to 4,972 pounds, we thought we’d hit the ceiling for this thing. But success like that encouraged us to challenge ourselves to push this thing further, and as we brainstormed it quickly became clear that, as with most things here at Societe, beer would be the catalyst for maximized goodness. Enter, The Urchin…
Aged multiple years in oak before being blended into its balanced, fruity, tannic final form and bottled in 500-milliliter bottles, it went up for sale in our tasting room the day the food-drive began…for $50! Initial (and completely understandable) sticker-shock was instantly erased by the alternative offer we issued to customers, telling them that if they brought in 50 pounds of food (something that could be done for as little as $15 depending on where one shopped) we would sell them a bottle of The Urchin for just $5 (which is $15 less than our standard Feral beer price of $20). For the non-mathematicians out there (ourselves included…thank Gambrinus for smart-phone calculators), that equates to a wash. We sold 323 bottles of the beer, so The Urchin was responsible for roughly two-thirds of our total donations.