In January 1883, while fishing deep in the North Atlantic on a schooner out of Gloucester, MA, Howard Blackburn and a dory mate were separated from their schooner. Adrift in the wintry conditions, Blackburn knew his hands would freeze, so he held them to his oars to allow him to continue to row toward the mainland. Five days later without food, water or sleep, Blackburn made it to the coast of Newfoundland. After losing his fingers to frostbite, Blackburn returned to Gloucester to a hero’s welcome. Unable to work in the fishing industry any longer, Blackburn opened a saloon and became popular with townspeople and seafarers alike.
Inspired by and brewed with the same courage, character and determination of Blackburn, we introduce Frosty Knuckle Ale, a tribute to seafarers, barkeeps, and local characters who always have a story to tell. Drink up and Enjoy!
