Before Great-Great Grandpa
Gilbert Applegate
was a Bald Knobber,
he was a distiller.
We’ve come a long way from his corn squeezin’s, but we’re still true to our family heritage: love God, love others, and work hard. Our ethic shows in the high quality of every product meticulously produced by Gentry Spirits.
Before Great-Great Grandpa
Gilbert Applegate
was a Bald Knobber,
he was a distiller.
We’ve come a long way from his corn squeezin’s, but we’re still true to our family heritage: love God, love others, and work hard. Our ethic shows in the high quality of every product meticulously produced by Gentry Spirits.
Our Commitment
to the Craft
As one of the Ozark’s few farm-to-bottle distilleries, our small-batch Missouri gin and rum capture flavors unique to our region. At Gentry Spirits, we leverage the power of everyday choices. To us, that means building relationships with local stockists and suppliers to create truly local spirits that celebrate Grandpa Gilbert’s history and carry on his legacy.
Our Commitment
to the Craft
As one of the Ozark’s few farm-to-bottle distilleries, our small-batch Missouri gin and rum capture flavors unique to our region. At Gentry Spirits, we leverage the power of everyday choices. To us, that means building relationships with local stockists and suppliers to create truly local spirits that celebrate Grandpa Gilbert’s history and carry on his legacy.
Gilbert Applegate joined the 16th Missouri Infantry and fought for the survival of the Union. He returned home from the war only to find that the Ozarks was barely recognizable, with lawlessness and terror reigning and the government barely functioning. He arrived at the family farm just in time to witness rioters burning it to the ground. He ran them off and only then discovered that bushwackers had killed his mother. He dedicated the next three years of his life to tracking the perpetrators, as far away as Washington State; and in the end he brought each of them to justice.
Gilbert Applegate joined the 16th Missouri Infantry and fought for the survival of the Union. He returned home from the war only to find that the Ozarks was barely recognizable, with lawlessness and terror reigning and the government barely functioning. He arrived at the family farm just in time to witness rioters burning it to the ground. He ran them off and only then discovered that bushwackers had killed his mother. He dedicated the next three years of his life to tracking the perpetrators, as far away as Washington State; and in the end he brought each of them to justice.