This is our rye. There are many like it, but this one is ours. Without our rye, we are nothing. Without fabricated stories about its origins, our rye is something. Something that was milled, mashed, fermented, distilled, and matured by the Bros you know so well. Infamous mobsters would probably hate it. But we hope you dig it.
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