If every journey has a beginning ...
... Our stems from Pontina street: link between the plain and the Urbs. It is through the alleys of Trastevere, along the Via Benedetta behind Trilussa square, at the counter of 'What did you do' we taste and we are passionate.
A passion that refreshes our hearts, to become a key force that will push our talk pub beyond our imagination: create a brewery, our Brewery.
At first it was a hobby where everyone was looking for his place.
Matthew, Stephen, David, Gianni the basic core. Then, as in the best rock band, there is always someone who is leaving. A Gianni, we thank you very much, takes over Egidio.
The structure is already up, but the dream seems bigger than all of us, where time and humility are the right ingredients to be able to live.
Among the initial difficulties and the attempt to transform hops, malt and yeast in that nectar which we all love, even a trip, which always starts from the Pontine ending in 'A Beer Sea': a cruise in the middle of the Mediterranean where the foam that flows from staplers is confused with that of the God Neptune. Right there, in the sea, it is materialized in front of us another god, grew up in Philadelphia and the Scandinavian traits. One who will become our brother's favorite. The expected guidance from the beginning of our adventure.
Ladies and Gentlelmen ... the MASTER MIKE MURPHY.
A meeting late at night on the deck of a ship whose float is punctuated by cheers, laughter and words. To prevail on alcohol is a spontaneous feeling of friendship. To join the same passion.
A meeting that will prove essential to our growth. Meanwhile, the small brewery takes shape. To give life the plant used de 'The Olmaia' Moreno Ercolani. To pay rent, taxes, a shed to be fixed, the family routines and the first results of a beer that something is still missing. We spoke with Mike, that as a good friend and without thinking too much, invites us into his temple: the brewery Lervig Aktiebryggeri.
To the damp cold chills pontine even those to be aware that they can live a unique experience that every aspiring brewer us would envy. Other than stage or apprenticeship. So, in January, backpacker, David and Matthew, from the Pontine flying towards Norway: Stavanger. To greet us with an infectious smile Mike and his family: Ania, little Nina, born a few days, and the landlord: Poopie. Despite the chaos that a new birth involves space are we.
Tired of the trip, the next day we are ready and excited. The light of dawn and the first day with malacrew of Lervig. For us, accustomed to small company like ours, it was like drinking a lambic at breakfast. A feeling of dizziness and fear of not understanding anything. In five days lit only by neon and senses well programmed assist, among others, to the mythological cooked Lucky Jack and the stunning Rye IPA. We should not do anything but watch, listen and understand!
Time flies, and when we find ourselves on the flight home we have so many thoughts that go through your head. We barely manage to express ourselves. Complicit in the effort, the joy of having found new friends, and the sadness of leaving them so soon.
Only later, when they have forgiven their hands on our system, we recognize lived experience into account. Halfway between mysticism and magic. A shamanic journey that reminds us of that undertaken by Castaneda during the Teachings of Don Juan. We face new ones fired using automation and security that we had not before, as if the dream had moved in our thoughts and in our actions. No doubt thanks to the teachings of our shaman. The greatest gift we could do and where we will always be grateful.
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