Sometimes the shows just make them selves. Today I sat down with Justin Master Distiller for ASW and lets just say Supper was served. We got into the nerdy weeds and a ASM rabbit hole. But I can say I won't soon forget this conversation. Hope you enjoy and Be Blessed.

The Way Back

As far as we know, the story of ASW Distillery begins in a number of places: Ireland. France. England.

Ireland

In the 1700s, an Irish native we'll call Searlas Tompson tasted uisge beathe for the first time, a batch smuggled by the light of the moon to evade King George I's whiskey tax collectors. Whether it was the taste or the danger or both, Searlas could not shake whiskey from his mind or his palate (part of this may have been its 130 proof). The liquid's warmth powered him through the damp winter and slowed time during the summer, brightening each season in its own way.

As rents climbed on the Isle of Eire, Searlas and his family sought out the fertile expanses of Pennsylvania, a region that soon became famous for its rye whiskey. Of all the gifts Searlas' children inherited, perhaps his taste for whiskey was the most appreciated.

France

Yet the story of ASW Distillery begins, too, in France in the early 1700s, when a local we'll call Jacques Chastain had his first sip of brandy at the age of eleven, fresh from the alembic still on a cool Autumn morning - a morning of Marennes-Oleron oysters and fresh-baked bread. Brandy-making was one of the time-honored traditions of this area of southwest France, a trade once imported from The Netherlands and farther shores.

From the first sip that cool morning before tending to the sheep, Jacques knew he'd found his calling: enjoying brandy. When he and his family later sailed for the French Huguenot coast of South Carolina, Jacques stowed his taste for brandy and brought it with him.

England

The final wrinkle in the story of how ASW Distillery came to be finds us on the shores of England in the 1600s, where a French Huguenot we'll call Justin Wingo landed in hopes of escaping religious persecution in France. Monsieur Wingo - whose surname in French means "wine maker" - set sail for Virginia a few years later. In Haralson County, Georgia, years later, the daughter of a well-known whiskey maker and hauler by the name of Buck Wingo married a Manglitz who'd descended from Saxon and Irish immigrants.

Although prohibited by the families from discussing his whiskey-hauling history, Buck let just enough slip over the years to inspire a young Justin Manglitz to take up the trade.

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The Newer Developments

Over the years, Jacques', Searlas', and Justin's families all trickled towards the southern highlands like a pristine mountain creek flowing down the Appalachians, but their appreciation for spirituous elixirs remained steadfast.

University of Georgia

Such appreciation found new life, when friends Jim Chasteen and Charlie Thompson (that's us) found we shared a common love for whiskey while at The University of Georgia.

From Scotch and Irish whiskey, to bourbon and rye, we spent a great deal of time enjoying the company of friends while searching for clarity in aqua vitae. These experiences led us to what seemed the only logical next step - creating our own whiskey.

From these modest beginnings, we created a recipe for a smooth-drinking and versatile whiskey that we came to call American Spirit Whiskey.

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Happenstance

We might have stopped here had we not - somewhat by chance - met Justin Manglitz, a University of Georgia graduate himself and a masterful, self-taught brewer.

Around 1990, Justin's parents had moved from Haralson County to Athens, Georgia, eventually settling on land adjacent to Jim's folks. In high school, Justin's older sister became friends with Jim.