Hades – Blueberry Chipotle Mead
From the shadowed halls of the underworld rises a mead forged in sweet temptation and smoky wrath. Hades is no gentle sip—it is a descent into flavor, where wildflower honey and ripe blueberries beckon with a siren’s sweetness before the gates of spice swing wide. The chipotle heat follows swiftly, a smoky ember that dances across the tongue like the flicker of a cursed flame. It lingers just long enough to remind you that this is no mortal drink—it’s a draught for the daring, the bold, the unshaken.
Crafted with wildflower honey harvested under sunlit skies, and blueberries steeped in mythic richness, this mead is balanced by the smoldering soul of chipotle peppers. Each sip is a journey through sweetness and smoke, pleasure and peril. Not for the faint of heart, Hades is a tribute to the god who rules below—and to those brave enough to drink in his name.
Who Was Hades?
In Greek mythology, Hades is the enigmatic god of the underworld—a sovereign not of chaos, but of order and inevitability. Brother to Zeus and Poseidon, Hades ruled the realm of the dead with quiet authority, presiding over the souls of mortals and the treasures buried beneath the earth. Though often misunderstood as malevolent, Hades was a figure of balance: stern, just, and deeply tied to the cycles of life and death.
His most famous myth centers on Persephone, daughter of Demeter, goddess of the harvest. Drawn by her beauty and spirit, Hades abducted Persephone to be his queen. Though her mother’s grief plunged the world into winter, Persephone’s fate was sealed by a single act: she ate six seeds of a pomegranate—fruit of the underworld, symbol of binding and rebirth. Thus, she became tethered to both worlds, spending part of the year in Hades’ realm and part among the living, giving rise to the seasons.
This duality—sweetness and shadow, fire and fruit—is the soul of our Hades mead.
Crafted with wildflower honey and ripe blueberries, Hades opens with the lush sweetness of Persephone’s springtime. But the descent is swift: chipotle smoke rises like the breath of Tartarus, wrapping the tongue in heat and lingering spice. It is a drink of contrast and consequence.
To sip Hades is to taste myth itself—a tribute to the god who rules with quiet fire, and to the queen who walks between worlds. It is not for the faint of heart, but for those who dare to drink deeply of legend.