Craft beer
from the Wild East
This ain’t no promised land. Our mountains are not piles of riches, but ashes. The rivers don’t flow with honey, but wastewater from the mines. Our million dollar view consists of smoking chimneys and ash hills.
This isn’t the gold fever, the higher temperatures are from phosphorite.
We ride the pit railway instead of luxury limos and on Sundays, we’re having picnics in the industrial park. Not everyone dares to come here. But those who do keep coming back. Because there is no other place like this in Estonia, having such wild beauty and uniqueness.
We raise our bottles for the Wild East!
