Somewhere between the steely granite outcrops and the lush woodlands of the southern slopes of ancient Mourne, lie hidden fairy stills, ancient vessels in which the finest poitín this side of heaven is created. The enchanted Mourne liquor, more precious than any gold, has been distilled from the fairies’ own herbs and berries, drenched in the dew of early dawn and kissed by the rising sun.
The fairy stills are concealed along the mountain springs and streams which splash over the smoky turf on their way to the Irish Sea, the haunt of pirates and corsairs, the smugglers of contraband wines and weaponry. It was said that in days of yore the nectar of the fairy stills, the life water of the mountains, gave strength to the brave outlaws and rapparees who endured and survived the harshest, most cruel winters in the Mournes over many centuries.
Indeed, great heroes such as Fionn Mac Cumhail drank the Mourne poitín before going into battle with the King of the World, and it sustained him on his travels across Ireland and his wars with the Scottish giants. Only the Síóga, know the exact blend of their dewy herbs and berries, and try as you might, the chances of the untrained eye detecting the whereabouts of a fairy still are remote.
An echo of that ancient fairy magic lives once more in the essence of our Mourne Dew whiskeys, poitíns, gins and vodkas. Those almost, but not quite, forgotten fruits, roots, blossoms and herbs possessed of mystical properties are no longer the sole preserve of the fairies but are now giving up their goodness in the spirits we now offer to you. These ‘bronntanais na Síóga’ (gifts of the fairies) are now available in our magical liquors and will offer an experience unlike anything ever tasted before. Truly they are a world of curiosity.
