Keeper of
the mountain.
An estate honey wine kept in the fog of the Great Smoky Mountains — every bottle a chapter, every chapter a chapter of the mountain.
Enter the HollowThe Legend
The mountain
keeps a keeper.
They say a warden walked these ridges long before the roads were cut — a quiet figure moving between the bee-trees and the fog, who bent to no season and kept faith with the honey and the hollow.
We can't swear to that. What we can swear to is the meadow, the old apiary, the stone chapel above the spring, and the honey the bees have brought down from the ridge every summer we can remember.
We ferment it slow — some of it into the deep, oak-kept Reserve, some of it into the pale Mistlight — and we bottle each batch with a chapter of the mountain still in it.
— The Warden's Hand
The Meads
Three chapters.
One mountain.
Reserve for the deep hours. Mistlight for the first light. Melomels for what the hollow gives us in season.
The Warden's Reserve
Still. Oak-kept. For the long evening.
The Warden
14.2% ABV“Poured by the keeper at the last light of the year.”
Charred oak, dark honey, black cherry, a curl of smoke.
The Long Watch
13.8% ABV“For the hours between the wolf and the dawn.”
Beeswax, wild fig, tobacco leaf, slow finish.
Hollow's Keeper
14.0% ABV“Aged in the cellar the mountain gave us.”
Toasted walnut, orange peel, warm hearth, dried plum.
The Oathwood
15.1% ABV“Sworn to a single barrel. Kept in the dark until it speaks.”
Molasses, iron, cedar smoke, black tea.
Mistlight
Sparkling. Pale. For the first light.
Mistlight
7.5% ABV“The first breath the meadow takes at dawn.”
Lemon blossom, green apple, chalk, fine silver bead.
The Fair Season
7.2% ABV“Bottled while the wildflowers were still speaking.”
Pear skin, clover honey, sun on cold grass.
Hollowsong
6.8% ABV“The song the hollow sings when the fog burns off.”
Chamomile, white peach, sea salt, a lingering hush.
Estate Melomels
Fruited. Wild. In their season.
Blackberry Winter
12.4% ABV“Picked the morning the frost forgot to come.”
Bramble, dark honey, violet, cold-morning air.
The Elderwood
12.9% ABV“From the grove no map has ever named.”
Elderberry, plum skin, cedar, iron, earth.
The Reserve
Deep.
Storied.
Candlelit.
Oak-kept for the long chapter. Poured in a heavy glass when the fire has settled and the book falls open of its own accord.
Mistlight
Pale.
Misted.
Ethereal.
Sparkling and bone-dry, poured at the hour the fog burns off — a quiet toast for the first page of the day.
Find Us
Come up
through the fog.
The Tasting Hollow
1287 Warden's Ridge Road
Sevierville, Tennessee 37862
Hours of the Watch
Thursday – Sunday
Noon until the last candle
By The Bottle
Kept at select cellars and merchants across East Tennessee and the Blue Ridge. Ask for us by name.
Join the Watch
A letter from the keeper,
now and then.
Barrel releases, harvest notes, and word when the hollow keeps late hours. Slow correspondence, never noise.
Sworn to silence. No noise.