The still

Grain from here. Barrels from here. Time from the dark.

Marrow mashes local grain in an old market hall, runs it through a copper pot still you can see from the bar, and sleeps it in charred oak until it is ready — not until a calendar says so. The white dog is proof of the mash. The rye is the argument.

401 N Peoria Street. The door on the alley. If the still is running you will hear it.