Holterdiepolter barrel-aged caraway

Our "Kremper Nr.1" - Holterdiepolter is a very special drop. This fine caraway schnapps does not find its way down your throat to warm your belly.

No, this treasure is first hoarded in oak barrels for a few months. It matures quietly in the cold, wet marsh cellar. But every thirty days, the light of the earth's satellite knocks and increases its strength. Then it rolls up the deep barrel, off to the market square in Krempe.

The mayor is already standing there, pious and happy and always cheerful!
He rolls the barrel along the market, up and down, full of urge.
Over head and stone, holterdiepolter, the Köm gets dizzy, what torture.
The moon shines brightly and draws the fine notes from the caraway juice with power,
and mixes them with the oak wood, the caraway distiller's greatest pride.
In storm and snow and great heat, the first alderman rolls and sweats.
He rumbles until he can take no more, until he is tired, the first man.
Exhausted, the barrel also rolls back, seeking happiness in the damp cellar.
Until one day the hour strikes and the burner saws open the barrel.
Out it pours, the golden potion, and fills us up, thank the moon!