Quantities Are Limited. But Then, So Are You.

We’ve never shouted about what’s in the cellar. This won’t be the day that changes.

What we can tell you is this:

The Founder’s Batch is being poured. Quietly, discreetly, and often not from behind a bar. A few cases have made their way into boot rooms, glove compartments, and the back of at least one Bentley estate. One was last seen disappearing into a house in Belgravia that doesn’t appear on Google Maps.

There are fewer bottles than we should admit. Which is fine. Most people will never know it existed.

If you already have yours, say nothing. If you don’t, there’s still time — just. But no announcements will be made. No timer will tick. No influencer will unbox it.

We’ll simply stop when it’s gone.

Because some things shouldn’t be mass-produced. And some drinks were never meant for strangers.

Filed under:Inventory notes, restrained disclosures, and the bottles you don’t post on Instagram.

Filed under:Sightings, English ritual, and things that arrive without being announced.