Born Under a Bad Sign
Bad Omen started the way most bad ideas do — with a cracked mirror, a broken ladder, and a homebrew kit nobody should have trusted us with.
We took every superstition we were warned about and brewed straight through it anyway. Thirteen recipes failed before the fourteenth found gold, and we've been tempting fate one batch at a time ever since.
Every beer that leaves our brewhouse in Bellingham carries the same seal: the eye that watches, the crack that never quite breaks. Bad luck, good beer — we've made peace with the trade.
Founded on Friday the 13th, on purpose
Every batch fermented in odd-numbered tanks only
No brewer whistles on the floor — old habit, older warning
The last pour of every batch goes to the house, not the ledger