Our Stories

 
 
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Jeff’s Story

Jeff has always followed his passions - he is a writer, photographer, poet, artist, and now a master distiller. Jeff set out to create his own whiskey, his own American spirits, but not the traditional way, his own way that is certainly not bound by recipes or time.

Another of Jeff’s passions is preserving the past which he does exceptionally through his photography and writings. His family and the property the distillery is located on have many connections to the Revolutionary War, an important time period where we began establishing our Liberty and Freedom.

 

Marta’s Story

My name is Marta Smith Price. I have lived in North Carolina my entire life, primarily in Guilford County. I have been very fortunate to inherit a large farm off Deep River and now Randleman Lake. Our historic farm house no longer stands, but the rolling hills, ravines, meadows, and ridges remain for farming, timber, a plethora of wildlife and now making whisky. The beauty of the place for me is unlimited. Along a high ridge, one can see only the river, a distant farmhouse, forests, and sky. And the sounds!! There is always a new bird or animal call to identify. In essence, the place is pure magic!!

Professionally, I have taught piano, taught school, and worked as a psychotherapist in hospitals, clinics, and in private practice. I am retired from those activities but continue to develop skills as a classically trained pianist and partner in crime at the distillery.

I met and fell in love with Jeff several years ago. I realized his brilliance and recognized his need to actualize his creative potential in the business of making whiskey. Love is always wanting more for one's beloved than you want for yourself. I quickly realized that pooling our resources could make something wonderful happen for both of us! I was lucky enough to have the resources to help make Jeff”s 30-year research and dream a reality. We were off to the races, as they say in the South!

We began reading all the books we could get our hands on and discussing how to put the ideas we read about into practice. We partitioned off the place where we wanted the distillery to begin, built the farm road, hired a contractor, and watched our “Barn” (as we affectionately called it) begin to take shape. Once built, we faced challenges with many obstacles along the way. We spent months (and ultimately years) researching one problem after another while learning how to make all the processes work together.  And today, we are very proud of our Cooper’s Cut and the creative journey we undertook to realize our dream.

 
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The Old Parsons Farm

 The distillery is located in the center of the Old Parsons Farm property, which was a staging point in the Revolutionary War in 1746. There are many artifacts from the War located on the property. One of them is this stone that is still located on the Farm and was marked by General Stevens and his troops during their stay on the farm during the War.

 

Our American Roots Run Deep

Read about our history & heritage below:

 
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 • Jeff is the 5th grandson of Captain Thomas, ”the Regulator,” who was a Revolutionary War officer, a captain on George Washington’s staff, and an early Congressman in SC.

• The site of the Distillery was a staging point in the Revolutionary War.

• Sterling Cooper, another family member, also fought in the Revolution.

• During the Revolution, another relative owned all of what Wake County is now. Funny enough, he ended up fleeing, changed his name, sided with the Spanish, got a governorship in Florida, and apparently had to flee again.

• Another family member fought with Andrew Jackson in the battle of New Orleans.

• Rayford, NC was settled by Jeff’s relatives.

• Jeff’s family has been in every single war and conflict prior to the Revolution and on.

• Some of Jeff’s family members were part of the Cherokee, Choctaw, and Sequoyah Indian tribes.

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Poems From The Owner, Jeff Cooper

 

Old Man At My Door

Winter, you are cold!

Go away and leave me alone!

You blow and gust and rattle the sash

You seep, and creep, and trickle in

So, I stoke the fire and throw on a big log

I warm my hands and look at the flame

Warm colors of yellow, orange, red and blue

Suddenly, the winds blow once more

Blowing hard, now knocking at my door

Go away! you are told yet again

I have no room for you

No place for you in my home

My toes are numb

My fingers I cannot feel

You have made winter harsh It has lost its appeal

But, you want more

All outdoors you have conquered

What do you want with my room?

What is your wish to harm?

Suddenly, it occurs

The Old Man wants to be warm

-Jeff Cooper

A Measure of Degree

Education and knowledge are useful

And help a man stand tall.

His education is framed and coveted

And stuck on a wall.

It embodies memories and times of Youth recalled.

Of sacrifice and struggle to

Answer life’s call.

But, talk and boasting and

Measure of others

Only shrinks the man, rips the paper

From the wall.

Evidence the fact he’s learned

Nothing at all.

So, what good is an education,

If it makes the man small

-Jeff Cooper