Our story · est. 2014

We named it for the tree that wouldn't grow straight — and brewed to match.

Crooked Pine started in a leaking timber shed at the bottom of a logging road, named after the bent jack pine that shaded it. Everybody told us the tree was a failure. It outlived the men who said so.

We brew the same way: low and slow, no shortcuts, no two batches identical. The water comes off the ridge, the hops are dried in the rafters, and the only rule is that the beer has to taste like somewhere real.

— Hollis & Mara Renn, founders