Three hundred entries copied from the distillery ledger of Reed House: cocktails, infusions, syrups, and the working notes of a still room that ran for a hundred years. Part recipe book, part artifact, part confession.
The ledger was never meant to be read by strangers. It was a working book, written in the margins of a hundred years, by hands that did not expect to be quoted.
Every entry is a measure. Every measure is a memory.
Five expressions thread through the pages: Half Truth, Little White Lies, Noble Lies, Blue Lies, and Lies That Bind. Reserve your copy and the house will write when it ships.
