Generations after Jakob’s time, while renovating a weathered farmhouse on the edge of the Black Forest, Clara pulled up the floorboards and found an old oak chest. Inside lay a single wax-sealed bottle, its glass clouded with age, a leather-bound distiller’s journal, and a folded note that simply read:
“To the one who finds this the forest has chosen you.”
Clara, a chemist and artist, was intrigued. The pages told of a master distiller who once employed hundreds and shipped his spirits across the seas, only to retreat into the Black Forest to create something entirely his own. Over the decades, his brand vanished from the world its name spoken only in fragments of old stories, its bottles lost to time.
She followed his instructions mountain spring water drawn at dawn, wild fir needles gathered after rain, and slow distillation in copper stills. From those forgotten pages, she revived the gin he named TANNENBLUT, bringing back to life a brand that had slept for over a century.
Today, each bottle is hand-sealed, numbered, and crafted in limited quantities a living tribute to the forest, to the man whose final creation waited in silence, and to the rebirth of a legend once thought lost forever.
