Before he was a legend, he was just a monkey — no name.
Today, he gazes out from every bottle: calm, cravatted, and knowing.
But his journey began in the jungles near Havana, with only
a burlap sack and a rusted spoon.
Cast out under mysterious circumstances - a midnight poker game,
a stolen dirigible, and the wrong heiress may have played a part,
he set off with nothing but guts and curiosity.
From sipping cinnamon tea in Tangier to learning banana lore in
Guatemala and running moonshine in Kentucky with a sugarcane
pistol — his life was a recipe in the making.
Nutless Monkey bourbon was born from that wild path —
peanut butter for grit, banana for whimsy, cinnamon for fire.
Not made for profit, but for purpose. Not in shame, but in defiance.
Some say if the light hits the label just right, the monkey winks —
like he knows you’ve got a story too.