Our Motto
How the Story Began...
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a magical realm where the subjects thrived under the reign of the Deer King, Royal Stagg. He was a generous ruler, known throughout the kingdom for hosting lavish festivals where townsfolk gathered to celebrate life, laughter, and the joy of togetherness. Yet at one such festival, the king realized something was missing… mead.
Royal Stagg sent word across the land in search of a great mead maker. Many attempted to answer the call, but none of the offerings pleased the king. As the next jubilee approached, Royal Stagg began to lose hope that his kingdom would ever find the perfect brew.
Then, during a gathering in the Great Stag Hall, three ravens wandered in. Without a word, they stepped forward and presented the king with a small jug of their nektar. The court fell silent as Royal Stagg lifted the vessel and took a sip. His eyes lit up!
With delight, Royal Stagg proclaimed he had found his great mead makers and titled them the Three Ravens Head. The ravens, overjoyed that the king had enjoyed their nektar creation, were invited to remain in his court and continue brewing their fantastical flavors. The three ravens, Bill, Patches, and Potter, enthusiastically agreed.
And so, in that very moment, the magic truly began and the story of the Three Ravens Head Mead was born.
Meet the team
Bill – The Brew Master
Serious, loyal, and quietly dependable, Bill is the one you want at your side when the day grows long. He may not say much, but when he moves, things happen. From hauling mead to guarding the moment, Bill is the backbone of the ravens.
Patches – The Jester
Patches doesn’t walk, he performs. With his jingling jester hat and endless energy, he brings laughter wherever he lands. He lives to entertain, delight, and occasionally cause just enough trouble to make a good story even better.
Potter – The Dreamer
Always half-lost in thought (or fully asleep), Potter wanders the world guided by curiosity and comfort. Whether he’s leaning against a barrel or napping under blossoms, he brings a gentle, whimsical calm to the flock, and usually smells faintly of fruit.
Bill
The Brew Master
Patches
The Jester
Potter
The Dreamer