🍺 The Legend
They say Brewhilder was born the day a lightning bolt struck a fermenter full of pale ale during Strathalbyn's '98 harvest festival. The wort fused with the electricity, the yeast mutated, and out crawled a fully-formed woman clutching a hydrometer and yelling "Who let this ferment at 28 degrees?!"
She's been haunting the hardware store's brewing aisle ever since — equal parts festival aunt, mad scientist, and yeast whisperer.
