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Uncle Boojie's HomeplaceDISCOVER THE PERFECT BARREL
Uncle Boojie’s Homeplace, nestled in the lively heart of Louisville, Kentucky, is a soulful tribute to our 200-year-old Kentucky Straight Bourbon, crafted one precious barrel at a time in the misty hollows of Skeeter Holler on our family’s storied land. Our kinfolk invite you to a one-of-a-kind bourbon thieving adventure where you’ll hunt for that perfect barrel—the one that makes the hair rise on the back of your neck and sets your heart to singin’. With down-home Bluegrass hospitality as warm as a Kentucky summer night, Uncle Boojie’s Homeplace is a hidden gem for bourbon aficionados chasin’ a rare find that’ll warm your soul and linger like a Kentucky sunset.
Step into our Homeplace, where the air thrums with the legacy of bourbon country and the pulse of Louisville’s vibrant spirit. You’ll embark on a journey through the story of our handcrafted bourbon, born from the limestone springs and rolling hills of Skeeter Holler, and wield the thief yourself to draw a taste straight from a barrel shipped from our family’s rickhouses. Each barrel carries the distinct character of Skeeter Holler’s seasons—some bold and fiery, others soft and honeyed—ready to whisper its tale. Whether you’re a seasoned sipper or a curious traveler on Louisville’s Bourbon Trail, our Homeplace offers a pilgrimage to the heart of Kentucky’s bourbon heritage, where every drop honors our family’s craft and the land that shapes it.
est. Howardstown Kentucke
It’s been said, “When the English first arrived in the New World…they built a church, when the Dutch arrived…they built a barn, but when the Scotch-Irish arrived… by God…they built a still.”
Welcome to the family, y’all.
Uncle Boojie’s Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey is a labor o’ love, born from the fiery spirit of my ancestors. Their ‘by any means’ way o’ livin’—tough as nails and twice as stubborn—poured into every drop o’ this first [legal] batch o’artisan fire water.
In a never-endin’ scrap with their fellow man over land, grub, and a foothold to survive, our Scotch-Irish kin trekked ‘long the Appalachian Mountains and through the Cumberland Gap, blazin’ the Wilderness Trail. They rolled into “Kentucke” ‘round the same time as legends like Daniel Boone and James Harrod, and they pitched in to raise Fort Harrod—buildin’ the backbone o’ Kentucky as we know it today.
As our kin pushed through that rough country, they put down roots in Howardstown, nestled in the rollin’ hills o’ Nelson County — a land thick with white oak and blessed with limestone streams so clear you could see a fish’s shadow. Right there’s where the story of Uncle Boojie’s got its start.
Over the next 200 years, the Howards got real good at distillin’, workin’ under the moonlit hills o’ Kentucky. We cooked up the finest whiskey the world ain’t never tasted, keepin’ our secret tucked tight—away from meddlin’ outsiders and those nosy revenuers sniffin’ ‘round.
We’re mighty proud to finally go straight and share Uncle Boojie’s Bourbon Whiskey with our friends. As we roll out this handcrafted batch, we’ll spin tales ‘bout them early “Kentucke” folks — good people who loved their kin, worked their land ‘til their hands bled, and gave thanks to their God.
Over the past 200 years, our family mastered the art of making the finest whiskey the world has never seen. With every realization of our handcrafted bourbon whiskey, we honor the folks of early “Kentucke” — people who loved their families, farmed their land and praised their God.
It is our belief that our soul is the sum of their trials and tribulations, their happiness and successes, and their beliefs. Our mere existence — our being — is simply a collection of those who have come before us, whose blood now flows through our veins.
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