The Sharing of Our Tale...
Myths and Legends, Deities and Heroes dance across our bottles and inspire our creations. Mead has an ancient past, and rich history, and is mentioned time after time in Celtic, Norse, Roman, Greek and even Egyptian mythology and sagas. Many cultures considered Mead to be the drink of the Gods, the elixir of life, the inspirer of poets and heroes. And so we weave these tales, myths and legends, into our mead and into our story...
Once upon a time...
A young woman found herself on the shores of a foreign, yet strangely familiar country. As she traveled this green and beautiful land she had many adventures, and met many wonderful beings.
One day she was offered a strange and wonderful Brew. Mead, made from the honey of the bees, a draught known only to her through myth and legend, fairy tales and ancient lore. From the moment the golden liquid touched her lips she was enchanted, enspelled...
After years of wandering, her footsteps led her back to her homeland, but the taste of honey remained upon her lips, and she could not forget the magical Mead. She began a new journey, seeking high and low, but could find nothing to equal what she had tasted in the Misty Isles. So she set out to create her own Magic, her own Mead.
After many trials and errors, great learning, joys and sorrows, her footsteps led her across the country, from the high deserts, finally to the lush green valleys and mountains of Oregon. Here she sought to set down roots amongst the abundance of orchards and vineyards, and the hum of honey bees, to share the fruits of her travels, her studies and her passions. And so, with the help of family and friends Oran Mor Artisan Mead was born.
One day she was offered a strange and wonderful Brew. Mead, made from the honey of the bees, a draught known only to her through myth and legend, fairy tales and ancient lore. From the moment the golden liquid touched her lips she was enchanted, enspelled...
After years of wandering, her footsteps led her back to her homeland, but the taste of honey remained upon her lips, and she could not forget the magical Mead. She began a new journey, seeking high and low, but could find nothing to equal what she had tasted in the Misty Isles. So she set out to create her own Magic, her own Mead.
After many trials and errors, great learning, joys and sorrows, her footsteps led her across the country, from the high deserts, finally to the lush green valleys and mountains of Oregon. Here she sought to set down roots amongst the abundance of orchards and vineyards, and the hum of honey bees, to share the fruits of her travels, her studies and her passions. And so, with the help of family and friends Oran Mor Artisan Mead was born.