…. through the desert, a sheriff and his deputies close behind. The canyon’s arms closed around her until she couldn’t continue. At the sound of laughter overhead, her eyes traced the canyon wall to its lip, where a mysterious Chatter Wolf perched. As it turned in retreat, the wind seemed to whisper, “This way!” Filled with inspiration, she scaled the canyon’s face, slipping away to freedom.
Inspired by the spirit of Chatter Wolf, our rye vodka is wild enough to hold its own in your favorite cocktail, but confident enough to be a lone wolf.