Josiah Vance sinks a well, finds hard water, and builds around it.
Three vessels installed. Two of them are still in use.
A single strain isolated and kept. Propagated in-house ever since.
Brewed for the pub next door. Never stopped.
Extended under the yard so the lager could have its full thirty-eight days.
The old bottling hall, opened to anybody who wants to walk in.
Fifth generation. Learned it from her father, who learned it from his.
Decides when the lager is ready. Nobody argues.
Buys the barley and walks the fields before he does.