In the dead of night under the full moon’s light, shines another shine. Brighter than a brewers eye. Sharper than a moonshiner’s nose. Liquid gold running from a copper hold transfused with Roguish intent. The Rogue is one crafty dude who’s up to all-good and he’s bringing moonshine to the Cape. We don’t know when, we don’t know where but all we know that the all-natural spirits are born from mud and mist and they go down like a home-sick mole.
You’ve heard it, you’ve seen it, but have you tasted it? So, what are you waiting for?
Go Wilderer. Go Rogue.