uiltje brewing co.
I joined Haarlem brewer Uiltje in 2014 to weight in on strategy and create a brand tone of voice. Since then I named over over 400 beers and penned for each one an original story. Just my cartoonist companion, Gerben Valkema, has drawn an equal amount of original artwork. Didn't dream of growing up to write beer can poetry, but is there anything more fun? Nope.
Springfield’s S-Bomb
S is for Bart selling his soul. S is for missionary impossible. S is for rednecks and broomsticks. S is for boy scouts in the hood. S is for strut and blurst and Hungry Hungry Hippos. S is for Principle Skinner. S is for Springfield and the way Springfield sings. S is for Simcoe. S is for sit perfectly still and drink our S-Bomb beer.
Go Go Gadget
Go go gadget copter. Go gadget arms. Go gadzooka and rubber duckie. Go go gadget hat and finger flashlight. Go IPA. Go wowsers! Go jet pack and springy gadget neck. Go go mini suit and shoes. Go oh my gosh I’d better call Brain! Go rawr! Go M.A.D. robots and Dr. Claw. Go wee! Go yikes! Go go gadget anything. Go drink before this beer self-destructs. Then go home.
Go Go Gadget
[Spotify Dick van Dijk melody and sing these bottle lyrics with your friends!]: Gray skies are gonna clear up. Put on your hoppy face. Brush off the boredom and beer up. Put on your hoppy face. Take off that gloomy work mask and slap on your weekend grin. Cuz it’s time to put on your hoppy, hoppy face. [Isn’t it beautiful?]
Man in Black
John. Johnny-boy. Johnny wit his ring of fire who always dressed in blck. For the legendary rockabilly crooner we doubled down on black. One part Nice Johnny, one part bad-ass Csh. It's a beer about railroads and rebellion, about adulterey and Judgement Day. A double Black IPA with a big middle finger whose arms are too short to bos with God.
CoRn
This freak on a leash pays homage to California’s sinister side. Not your typical bright and shiny West Coast beach beer, but a creepy West Hollywood playground with an owlish Brut with a shadow like Freddy Krueger. Life is peachy? Nah brah, it’s Citra, Ekuanot and Centennial heavy. Wanna see the light? Sip some Corn and swing for your life.
Springfield’s S-Bomb
S is for Bart selling his soul. S is for missionary impossible. S is for rednecks and broomsticks. S is for boy scouts in the hood. S is for strut and blurst and Hungry Hungry Hippos. S is for Principle Skinner. S is for Springfield and the way Springfield sings. S is for Simcoe. S is for sit perfectly still and drink our S-Bomb beer.
Man in Black
John. Johnny-boy. Johnny wit his ring of fire who always dressed in blck. For the legendary rockabilly crooner we doubled down on black. One part Nice Johnny, one part bad-ass Csh. It's a beer about railroads and rebellion, about adulterey and Judgement Day. A double Black IPA with a big middle finger whose arms are too short to bos with God.
Man in Black
John. Johnny-boy. Johnny wit his ring of fire who always dressed in blck. For the legendary rockabilly crooner we doubled down on black. One part Nice Johnny, one part bad-ass Csh. It's a beer about railroads and rebellion, about adulterey and Judgement Day. A double Black IPA with a big middle finger whose arms are too short to bos with God.
I joined Haarlem brewer Uiltje in 2014 to weight in on strategy and create a brand tone of voice. Since then I named over over 400 beers and penned for each one an original story. Just my cartoonist companion, Gerben Valkema, has drawn an equal amount of original artwork. Didn't dream of growing up to write beer can poetry, but is there anything more fun? Nope.
I joined Haarlem brewer Uiltje in 2014 to weight in on strategy and create a brand tone of voice. Since then I named over over 400 beers and penned for each one an original story. Just my cartoonist companion, Gerben Valkema, has drawn an equal amount of original artwork. Didn't dream of growing up to write beer can poetry, but is there anything more fun? Nope.
Go Go Gadget
Go go gadget copter. Go gadget arms. Go gadzooka and rubber duckie. Go go gadget hat and finger flashlight. Go IPA. Go wowsers! Go jet pack and springy gadget neck. Go go mini suit and shoes. Go oh my gosh I’d better call Brain! Go rawr! Go M.A.D. robots and Dr. Claw. Go wee! Go yikes! Go go gadget anything. Go drink before this beer self-destructs. Then go home.
Go Go Gadget
Go go gadget copter. Go gadget arms. Go gadzooka and rubber duckie. Go go gadget hat and finger flashlight. Go IPA. Go wowsers! Go jet pack and springy gadget neck. Go go mini suit and shoes. Go oh my gosh I’d better call Brain! Go rawr! Go M.A.D. robots and Dr. Claw. Go wee! Go yikes! Go go gadget anything. Go drink before this beer self-destructs. Then go home.
Go Go Gadget
[Spotify Dick van Dijk melody and sing these bottle lyrics with your friends!]: Gray skies are gonna clear up. Put on your hoppy face. Brush off the boredom and beer up. Put on your hoppy face. Take off that gloomy work mask and slap on your weekend grin. Cuz it’s time to put on your hoppy, hoppy face. [Isn’t it beautiful?]
Go Go Gadget
[Spotify Dick van Dijk melody and sing these bottle lyrics with your friends!]: Gray skies are gonna clear up. Put on your hoppy face. Brush off the boredom and beer up. Put on your hoppy face. Take off that gloomy work mask and slap on your weekend grin. Cuz it’s time to put on your hoppy, hoppy face. [Isn’t it beautiful?]
CoRn
This freak on a leash pays homage to California’s sinister side. Not your typical bright and shiny West Coast beach beer, but a creepy West Hollywood playground with an owlish Brut with a shadow like Freddy Krueger. Life is peachy? Nah brah, it’s Citra, Ekuanot and Centennial heavy. Wanna see the light? Sip some Corn and swing for your life.
CoRn
This freak on a leash pays homage to California’s sinister side. Not your typical bright and shiny West Coast beach beer, but a creepy West Hollywood playground with an owlish Brut with a shadow like Freddy Krueger. Life is peachy? Nah brah, it’s Citra, Ekuanot and Centennial heavy. Wanna see the light? Sip some Corn and swing for your life.
Springfield’s S-Bomb
S is for Bart selling his soul. S is for missionary impossible. S is for rednecks and broomsticks. S is for boy scouts in the hood. S is for strut and blurst and Hungry Hungry Hippos. S is for Principle Skinner. S is for Springfield and the way Springfield sings. S is for Simcoe. S is for sit perfectly still and drink our S-Bomb beer.