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Her patch of land may be a bit obscured from the heavily-trodden thoroughfares, the ways and culture of her and her community less understood than those of the mainstream. Nevertheless, The Baroness has ascended the social order, earning her nobility through a deep-seeded devotion to heritage and artisanship. She is proud of where she comes from and weaves her homeland’s history into each barrel of golden elixir she spins into thirst-sating wondrousness from the friendly confines of her feudal domicile. She sees it as a means of telling the story of her people, a lot far too often mistaken for being soft, simple or lacking ambition. She and her neighbors may be soft-spoken, but there is structure and intricacy in their delicate nature…beauty even. This is what she conveys in every glass.

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Last year, thanks to the generosity of our patrons, we were able to collect a whopping 23,153 pounds of needed provisions for the Jacobs & Cushman San Diego Food Bank. That’s more than 11.5 tons and equates to an incredible 19,294 meals! We knew we had awesome fans frequenting our tasting room, but this exceeded our wildest dreams for this charity effort. The 2016 drive saw an overwhelming 366% increase in donations from the previous year’s campaign. We know it won’t be easy and we’re biting of quite a challenge, but we’d like to attempt to collect even more food this year than last year. We’re ready to put our money–and our beer–where our hearts are, and provide plenty of incentives to reward the people who help us help San Diego families in need.

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While some fear the approach of All Hallow’s Eve, we harbor a freakish, nay, frightening love for Halloween. Enough that we’re stretching our celebration of things that go bump in the night to five days, each with its own special activities and promotion. Read on and mark your calendars (in blood) appropriately!

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Psst. Hey, you? Looking for a good time? We know that forlorn look. We’ve seen it a million times. But fear not, we know someone who has the remedy for your lonesomeness: The Madam. She has the in on the sin in this town. No need to be coy. Many are the man seeking a scratch to the proverbial itch; carnal agitation and unrequited desire are realities as common as they are widespread. They feed her livelihood while she feeds their sufferers’ primal urges. Consider The Madam the physician with the tonic to cure what ails you. Like a medicine-man, she’s carefully cultivated a stock of rather attractive antidotal options, so surely there is one that will stroke your fancy.

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We have a great deal of goings-on in our tasting room this month; the class of events for which one marks their calendar in ink lest they miss out on surefire merriment.

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A man of the people more concerned with his constituents than himself. ‘Tis a sadly difficult concept to put stock in these days, yet such noble individuals do, indeed, exist. Take, for instance, The Statesman. For years, the masses have been in dire need of this humble-yet-profound individual, but most had resigned themselves to the harsh reality that he may never take a run at the muck-strewn political arena. But just as all hope seemed lost, he tossed his bowler into the ring, eager to show up the gubernatorial flash-in-the-pan flavors of the week what a downhome, pure-of-heart stalwart and pillar of the community could do to return some semblance of a finer and simpler time to his present-day countrymen.

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She’s petite—almost waifish—but don’t let her slightness of size fool you. The Damsel has a lot to offer, and despite literary lore, she is not in need of rescuing. She can (and does) hold her own. But while others pound their chests, proclaiming their superior strength, she keeps her head down, maintaining a low profile and the gracious nobility that is her trademark. She needn’t announce her many virtues, for those who would most appreciate them will take the time to unearth them and hold her in the high regard she so richly deserves. Until then, she extracts sufficient satisfaction from her own inner-might and self-reliance.

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He’ll allow you to go on with your daily rounds, week after week, month after month, completely oblivious to his presence, until your faithful toiling has yielded the results you’ve worked so hard for. And then it shall be his. The focus of his most recent surveilling was a vineyard made lush and rife with tight Grenache Blanc grapes care of the blood and sweat of its tender. That kindly vintner carefully harvested the literal fruits of his labor, readying for the crafting of his newest vintage…but it would never be. For as soon as he turned his back, leaving his horticultural haul unattended, The Thief went from watcher to man of action, skulking into the vineyard to make off with every last grape. By the time that fruit’s rightful owner knew what had happened it was too late. Out of time and out of ingredients, all he could do was hang his head and slink back home, determined to be a stauncher defender come next year’s harvest.

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Within the musical medium, a seemingly small and finite number of keys give way to infinite possibilities based entirely on the instrument of choice, interpretation, creativity and personality of each individual artist. Some channel their breath and energies into woodwinds, while others tickle the ivories or establish rhythmic foundations using drums and percussion. The Fiddler opts for cat-gut strings and a well-rosined bow, neither of which are ever out of his nimble fingers’ reach. To enter the public eye is to face inescapable propositioning from his adoring public. Oft are the occasions when fans rise to their feet at The Fiddler’s arrival, using pleading applause to petition him for an impromptu rendition of one of his sweet melodies. A gifted musician with a generous soul, he obliges as often as possible.

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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.

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