Going to a distillery is different from visiting a winery or a brewery. The magic in beer and wine happens in the dark, in vats and barrels.
Not so at a distillery. It’s the big copper pot, curvaceous and mysterious, where the action happens.
There is such a magic place on Kent Island, at Blackwater Distillery. If you ever saw Sloop Betty vodka behind a well-stocked bar, you’d remember her. She’s reminiscent of the pin-up girl that graced World War II planes — all leg and curves. But not in a copper still kind of way. Her image pays homage to the distillery’s founders’ father, a World War II vet.
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Not so at a distillery. It’s the big copper pot, curvaceous and mysterious, where the action happens.
There is such a magic place on Kent Island, at Blackwater Distillery. If you ever saw Sloop Betty vodka behind a well-stocked bar, you’d remember her. She’s reminiscent of the pin-up girl that graced World War II planes — all leg and curves. But not in a copper still kind of way. Her image pays homage to the distillery’s founders’ father, a World War II vet.
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