distillery
Fire and patience, wood and time,
The land whispers, the barrels rhyme.
Smoke in the wind, rain in the grain,
Each drop a story, aged in flame.
From earth to bottle, from past to hand,
Gathered in dust, distilled in sand.
A spirit shaped by place and sky,
By hands that know, by years gone by.
A sip of the old, a taste of the land,
Gold in the glass, forged by hand.
Not just a drink, but something more,
A journey held—aged to the core.
The land whispers, the barrels rhyme.
Smoke in the wind, rain in the grain,
Each drop a story, aged in flame.
From earth to bottle, from past to hand,
Gathered in dust, distilled in sand.
A spirit shaped by place and sky,
By hands that know, by years gone by.
A sip of the old, a taste of the land,
Gold in the glass, forged by hand.
Not just a drink, but something more,
A journey held—aged to the core.
Whiskey & Gin
Out on the ranch, under wide skies and restless winds, we make whiskey and gin the old way - the only way that matters. No factories, no mass production, no rushing. Just small batches, made by hand, shaped by the land, and tempered by time. Every bottle is a story, every sip a reminder of where it came from.
The process starts long before the still. It starts in the fields, on the road, in the wild places where the ingredients are gathered. Some we grow. Some we trade for. Some we collect from travels, from windswept plains and mountain ridges, from forests that still remember their own stories. Everything is chosen with care, with respect, with patience.
The process starts long before the still. It starts in the fields, on the road, in the wild places where the ingredients are gathered. Some we grow. Some we trade for. Some we collect from travels, from windswept plains and mountain ridges, from forests that still remember their own stories. Everything is chosen with care, with respect, with patience.
Good whiskey doesn’t just happen. It takes grain, fire, water, and years of waiting. It takes knowing when to leave it alone and when to guide it forward. We start with the best grain, ground fresh, mixed with clean spring water, fermented slow. No shortcuts. No tricks.
Then comes the still – an old copper pot, its sides darkened with use, its belly full of heat and history. The mash goes in, the fire roars underneath, and the slow, steady process begins. It rises, it cools, it drips – an alchemy of grain and flame.
The first cut is harsh, sharp, untamed. The heart of the whiskey is found in the middle – the cleanest, richest part, full of body, full of promise. It’s collected in barrels, thick oak that breathes with the seasons. Hot summers push the liquid deep into the wood, cold winters draw it back out, over and over, pulling in flavor, depth, soul.
Years pass. The whiskey darkens, matures, takes on the spirit of the land itself. The time comes to open the barrels, to pour the fire into glass. What’s left is something rare, something earned. It carries the patience of years, the wisdom of wood, the echoes of every hand that shaped it.
It’s not just whiskey. it’s time, bottled. its adventure preserved.
The wild, in a bottle.
Gin is not about waiting. It’s about knowing. About balance, about intuition, about choosing the right botanicals and understanding how they speak to each other. It’s not thrown together in a lab – it’s crafted, like an old story, every piece connected, every ingredient carrying weight.
Our gin begins with the land. Some botanicals are grown right here, in the soil that remembers. Others are gathered on the road – wild citrus from a windswept coastline, juniper from high ridges where the air is thin, herbs and flowers that thrive in the toughest places. Everything is chosen with purpose, nothing is wasted.
The still is fired up, copper catching the light, steam rising in slow curls. The base spirit moves through, pulling the essence of each botanical, lifting the scent of wild places into something smooth, something layered, something alive.
The first sip is crisp, the sharpness of juniper cutting through like morning air in the mountains. Then comes the depth – citrus kissed by salt air, the whisper of wild herbs, a floral note that lingers just long enough. The finish is clean but never simple. Because nothing real is ever simple.
This gin is not for decoration. It’s meant to be tasted, to be felt, to carry you somewhere.
To Legacy, to the Ones Before, and the Roads Ahead To the hands that shaped us, the fire that forged us, the blood that runs deep.
To the ones who walked before us, who built, who endured, who left behind more than just names – they left us a way to walk.
To the lessons etched in scars, the wisdom carried in calloused hands, the stories told in the flicker of the fire.
To legacy – not something owned, but something earned.
Not wealth, not monuments, not things that fade—but the mark we leave in the dust behind us.
The roads we carve, the craft we pass down, the way we teach the next to carry it forward.
To the ones who never took shortcuts.
Who understood that time is a teacher, that fire refines, that nothing worth having comes easy.
To the ones who kept walking when the road got rough, who rose again and again, who knew that strength is not in standing tall, but in getting up when the world knocks you down.
To the past, which made us.
To the present, where we build.
To the future, which will remember us.
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Raise your glass. Drink deep.
And leave a story worth telling.
We acknowledge the traditional custodians of the lands where our stories were born, where our ancestors walked, and where our spirits find home. We honour the people whose lands hold the tools of our trade, where steel meets hand, where the work we do carries forward.
But it does not stop there.
Our work, our journeys, and our lives stretch across many Countries, guided by the wisdom of the land and the knowledge of those who have cared for it since time immemorial. We pay our respects to Elders past and present, to the knowledge keepers, the storytellers, and the custodians of culture.
Leaden Hearts is built on the belief that the past is not gone – it walks with us. Every road we take, every bottle we pour, every machine we restore is tied to the deep songlines of this Country. We walk gently, listen deeply, and give back where we can—because to live and work here is to carry a responsibility, one that stretches beyond us.
We acknowledge the sacred connection between people, land, and story, and we commit to honouring that connection in all that we do.