These walls have seen a lot in their 400 years. They have rung to the shouts and clamour of a busy mill grinding flour for local bakeries, carts clattering on the cobbles outside, the squeak of the winch as the sacks of grain were hauled up.

Then, after the time of the mill, came a tannery, preparing rabbit pelts and animal hides for working into finery for the wealthy and the high-born.

Now housing our busy distillery, this building seems at times to hold within its walls something of the spirit of those who were here before. The people of the Liberties. They worked hard and took pride in what they did. So do we.

We are well named. The area known as The Liberties grew up beyond Dublin’s old city walls, beyond sovereign and private jurisdictions; free. And we stayed that way: a little stubborn, occasionally rebellious. But always with an open heart.

We like our opinions strong and our whiskey to match.
And we have a story like no other.

This wild and wayward quarter of old Dublin. For it was indeed a notorious place, with danger and intrigue waiting on every cobbled corner. Yet it was industrious too – noisy with the shouts of hawkers and traders, the clang and clatter of forges, printing presses and tanners... There were also hidden distilleries and illicit taverns.

The people were strong, independent, inventive: they had to be. And they welcomed both criminals and the cream of society.