You’ll find her straddling the line between Belgium and the Czech Republic, wearing little more than a grin. She’s not smiling because she just fooled you into believing the aforementioned countries share a border (though that was rather amusing). The Harlot’s upturned lips and dimpled cheeks merely complete the come-hither guise she’s painted on for the evening. She is filled with an insatiable thirst and she’s not leaving until its quenched. But first she must identify another whose hunger for unadulterated pleasure is as great as hers. It’s no easy feat, but the next carousel rider at her nightly carnival of the flesh shall not be disappointed. This fiery dynamo has a great deal to offer; attributes that go far beyond what’s visible at first glance.
From bluegrass to death-metal, Old World lagers and Belgian-style ales to hoppy Out West IPAs, Stygian dark beers and Feral wine barrel-aged sours, Societe Brewing Company is a lot of things, but more than anything else, we are the passionate people guided by respect for beer and the art of brewing, doing our best, day-in and day-out, to make this brewery all that it is for all of you. We’re glad so many people appreciate it and are happy to present you to the incredible members of our family.
You roll along, taking in scenes of uncharted territory while basking in the splendorous freedom of the open road. You have four wheels, a full tank of petrol and not a care in the world. The world is your oyster…or so you mistakenly think. In truth, this particular section of the world belongs to another—The Highwayman. He’s made the tarred narrow swath bisecting these otherwise deserted expanses his own, not by deed or contract, but by sheer force of will. Without a lawman for miles, this strategic hijacker is a self-appointed judge, jury and executioner…if it comes to that. He prefers to merely brandish his club, but the notches inflicted upon it by the skulls of those who would defy The Highwayman’s will are proof that it’s far more than a motivating prop.
It’s impossible to lay gaze upon The Miser’s wealth of treasures and avoid succumbing to petty jealousy. He has it all, and he has it all on everybody else. But is he happy? Of course he is. He has everything, and your envy is the very proof that material things matter as much as they do. Otherwise, why would he eschew basic gestures of generosity despite having far more than he could ever need? Like all of us, The Miser has chosen what’s important in life, and what means the most to him is stuff, and the accumulation of it. Yes, he has it all…and he intends to keep every bit of it for himself.
Our brewery and the beer that pours forth from it exist for the purpose of indulgence. So it’s fitting we’re celebrating a half-decade in business by pushing the boundaries of quality consumption with an event so gargantuan, we had to pull out a cleaver and hack it in two meaty, beer-drenched portions. Either will sate those in search of a good time fortified by fine food and beverage, but only those with the hardiest of souls and stomachs will be able to withstand the 9 hours, 12 beers (minimum, including new and rare offerings) and 10 courses of expertly paired cuisine(plus epic charcuterie reception and take-home confections) comprising the full SOCIETE 5 experience, which will take place at our brewery on Saturday, June 24.
To pull off something this big, we’re calling in friends from the 5-Chef Societe, big-name gastronomes who fly under the radar each year to throw celebratory beer-paired suppers with us. (See below for a full roster detailing this skilled troupe.) We’ve brought back nearly every chef who’s lent their talents to these edible endeavors—even some from the other side of the country—and all of us will bring our best to create a day of decadence honoring five years in the books and many more to come. Here are the details…
He watches the world like a bloated vulture atop an ivory tower awaiting the expiration of the wretched and the damned. For most, life is a journey versus a destination, but his entire life has been about reaching the lofty space he occupies. His personal voyage is over. Now he’s a fixture on a nearly astral plane of governance where the haves rule the have-nots. To get there, he painted on an uncharacteristically pleasant public-facing persona to garner ballots bearing his name. The road to his enviable place in the political hierarchy was paved with those slips of electoral parchment; so seemingly small and insignificant alone, yet so powerful when lumped together to convey majority-rule. But long gone are his days of groveling to curry the favor of the unwashed masses. A clever politico knows such tactics are only necessary the first time around. The Highbinder now employs more efficient, foolproof tactics for ensuring reelection and acceleration of his agenda.
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.
In this day and age of ultra-rare beers, it’s become commonplace for consumers to encounter bottles coming in far above the price-tag of everyday ales and lagers. Some of these higher-end creations come in at $20, $30 or even a budget-breaking $40 each. Not to be outdone, we are about to release our most cost-prohibitive offering to-date: The Urchin. Aged in red-wine barrels hailing from California vintners, rested on pristine cranberries from the bogs of New England, then blended to perfection and siphoned into 500-milliliter bottles, this exquisite, extremely limited quaff can be had for a whopping $50 per bottle…or a mere $5 for those who help out needy San Diego families via Societe’s annual holiday food-drive.