Remember that time in Italy when you saw a picture on a wine label that reminded you of the unspoiled landscape back home, so you commissioned a local artist to capture your favorite view in an oil painting, and that masterful combination of brushstrokes became the inspiration for the hard cider business you launched four years later?
Because the exact same thing happened to us. And if it hadn’t, we might all be drinking hard cider that’s far less extraordinary.
Remember that time in Italy when you saw a picture on a wine label that reminded you of the unspoiled landscape back home, so you commissioned a local artist to capture your favorite view in an oil painting, and that masterful combination of brushstrokes became the inspiration for the hard cider business you launched four years later? Because the exact same thing happened to us. And if it hadn’t, we might all be drinking hard cider that’s far less extraordinary.
But hey, we’ll bet your cider is pretty good too. Just not Clarksburg good.
Michael is what you might call an accidental businessman. His lifelong attachment to earth, air, and sea has allowed him to keep conference rooms and dress codes at a safe distance while working wherever nature served as his office space. So, it only made sense for Michael to translate his love of the land into starting a company that truly appreciates the fruit that it bears. And if it means breaking down and buying a sport coat for the occasional distributor meeting, he’s ok with that. As long as he can get home in time to walk the dogs.
Bryan was initially considered to join Clarksburg because his lanky six-foot-four frame ensured that no apple would go unpicked from even the highest boughs. But once it was determined that Bryan was not just a numbers guy, but also the only one who knew how to operate a backhoe, he proved to be a key ingredient in helping move the product from the branches to the shelves. Armed with a fancy marketing degree, Bryan oversees every aspect of Clarksburg Cider’s operations. Still, he remains the humble guy around the orchard, knowing if anyone wraps him up at the knees, he’ll go down hard.
A former naval submarine sonar technician, Eddie eventually surfaced to immerse himself in the science of brewing beer and hard cider. Drawing upon the range of flavor profiles he experienced while traveling in the service, Eddie brought his passion for experimentation to the craft, sharpening his skills at the knee of his father, whose credo was “When life hands you lemons, ferment ‘em and see what happens.” Now at Clarksburg, Eddie is happiest when he’s tinkering with ingredients, each batch one step closer to our next offering—or to completely blacking out.
Jon loathes Buffalo winters nearly as much as he dislikes when people spell his first name with an “h.” With that kind of fire underneath the hood, we knew he was the right person to manage our tasting room. Or at least tend the pizza oven. But his 25 years in the hospitality industry are no joke. More than a friendly face, Jon creates memorable experiences for cider drinkers who are looking for something serious, and for those who are just playing the field. So, eat with him; drink with him; laugh with him. Once the temperature dips below 70, you’re all he’s got.
It’s been said that when Keith Richards noodles around on his guitar, everyone leaves him alone in anticipation of his next brilliant riff. The same is true when Larry walks his farm pondering his next big idea. But before the reality of launching a hard cider business could take root, he enrolled himself and his two partners, son Michael and marketing professional, Bryan LeFauve, in what he casually refers to as “cider school” at Cornell University. The rest, as they say, is history. Today, Larry still strolls the grounds of the sleepy hamlet that shares his cider company’s name. Only now he has to watch out for the apple trees.
When the original Karate Kid film was released in 1984, we would still have to wait eleven years until Zach was born. So, he had no idea that all the chores we made him do around the cidery would impart the physical strength and mental agility to help us run the place. But he still has to wear shoes to operate the forklift.