Boss Molly was a legendary distiller named after the stubborn female mules that ruled the farms and ranches of her day. The rumors about her were as wide and varied as her travels.

It’s said she earned her mule-ish nickname even before she started distilling one of the country’s best bourbons, back in the days when women playing poker and wearing trousers weren’t everyone’s cup of tea. (But of course, not everyone’s tea was spiked with bourbon, either). People claimed to find her calling card, a Golden Mule,  in the same towns were folk whispered of decadent, gender-defying parties and salons, where bourbon flowed and societal rules loosened. No one could prove that these existed.

They say she never lost a game of cards, and left a distinguishable bootprint in anyone who cheated her.

That women would disappear in her presence, only to return with a sly look in their eye.

That she smelled always of caramel, and had a flask that was never dry

That the bees made more honey when she was nearby.

Boss Molly was mysterious and unforgettable, a legend in her own making. Her signature bourbon is no exception. Our amber liquor and spiced brandy stave finish lingers on your mind and your tongue long after that first sip, and that’s just how we like it. Bold and flavorful. Seductive. And utterly one of a kind.

Boots down. Bottoms up.