Forty miles of grain
Streator made glass, brick and tile for a hundred years, and the kiln house we work in fired drain tile until 1979. We moved in with one secondhand pot still in 2017 and a rule we haven't broken since: every grain comes from a farm you could drive to before your coffee gets cold.
Walt Szymanski grows our corn in Grand Ridge and planted the rye because Nora Brandt, our head distiller, asked him to. The wheat comes from the Kaminski place outside Dana. We cook it the morning it's milled, ferment it for five days in open cypress, and run it through copper slowly, because slow is where the flavour is.
Nothing leaves before four summers in the rickhouse unless the label says so. That's why there's never enough of the good stuff, and why we'd rather you came to get it.