Forgotten Gods Meadery

09/04/2026

Gram hath awakened.

Long ago, Odin set a mighty blade within a sacred tree. That blade was Gram, sword of Sigurd and bane of dragons.

This weekend, Gram returneth not as steel, but as mead.

Forged from wildflower honey and brightened with white and ruby red grapefruit, this sparkling draught delivers sweet citrus flavor and a refreshing finish. At 7.5% strength, it is fit for feasting, boasting, and the telling of great sagas.

Seek it now upon our taps ere the casks run dry.

Hail the mead. Hail the hall. Hail Gram.

08/27/2026

By decree of the Meadkeeper!
Let it be known throughout the lands that Myrkviðr hath been tapped!
A sumptuous mead of honey, cherries, chocolate, and vanilla, seasoned upon Amburana oak and inspired by the celebrated cakes of the Black Forest. Rich enough for royalty, yet poured for all who dare enter our hall.

The Dark Forest awaiteth.
The cherries call.
The chocolate beckons.

Now available in the Forgotten Gods Meadery tasting room.

08/25/2026

Hear ye, good folk of Forgotten Gods!

Make haste and mark the day, for Mistress Nightingale returns to our hall on Saturday, August 29th, from the third hour past noon ’til the ninth bell of eventide.

With cards enchanted and wisdom deep as the roots of Yggdrasil, she shall offer tarot readings to all who seek guidance, fortune, or a glimpse beyond the veil.

Come, wanderers and wayfarers—
Step into the mead hall, take up a horn of our finest brew, and let Mistress Nightingale unveil the threads of fate that dance about thee.

Let destiny be revealed at Forgotten Gods Meadery!

08/21/2026

Live Ritual Announcement:

No rest for the Hexxen

Fresh from our Journey to one of the Mother countries, we bring a taste of that energy to the River Valley Viking Festival later today and the next two days!

Can't wait to see some of our friends in Storrada and share the stage with Kalyndra!!!

-Johnni

08/18/2026

Hear ye, good folk of Midgard!

Let it be known across hill and hollow that the tasting room shall be shuttered this coming weekend, for our hearth‑keepers and mead‑masters ride forth to the River Valley Viking Festival.

Seek us there amidst the clang of steel and the roar of revelry, where the Mead Hall of Forgotten Gods shall stand proud. Come sip our finest brews, raise a horn in good company, and honor the old ways beneath the open sky.

May your path be straight and your cup ever full.

Join the River Valley Viking Festival for authentic Viking reenactments, combat demos, activities, vendors, and family fun in Kentucky. Experience history firsthand!

08/08/2026

Hear ye, hear ye, good folk of Forgotten Gods and the wide realms beyond!

For many a fortnight hath the blazing Sun smote us with a heat most cruel, roasting our brows and boiling our patience. Thus did we seek counsel from a great and wondrous magician, master of charms and keeper of eldritch arts, beseeching him to blot out the Sun and grant us respite from this infernal scorch.

The mage, robed in mystery and smelling faintly of alcohol, vowed to bend his powers toward our plight. Long did he toil in secret chambers, muttering runes older than kings, until at last he returned—wild‑eyed, triumphant, and clutching a strange relic not of our age.

He spake thus:

“From the far‑flung future have I wrested this enchanted visor. Each soul that dons it shall find the Sun darkened to their liking. No star shall blind thee, no glare shall vex thee. Wear it, and the heavens themselves shall bow.”

So now, brave friends, we ask thee: Will thou test this marvel for us?
Dare thou don the visor of shadow and see if the mage’s promise holds true?

Step forth, ye bold of heart—
For the future hath sent us a gift, and the Sun itself quivers before it.

08/05/2026

Hear ye, good folk of the realm!
Mjölnir, our famed Austrian Sturm‑style mead, hath returned from its thunderous slumber — but only for a fleeting spell. Already the bottles vanish swifter than a raven on the wing, for the drink be fresh, lively, and worthy of Thor’s own table.

If thou seekest a draught that crackles with youthful ferment and mighty flavor, tarry not. Ride forth to Forgotten Gods Meadery and claim thy bottle whilst the fates still permit it.

Come hither, and let Mjölnir strike thy cup with joy!