Everything started years ago. In Grandma’s favorite soup pan, wooden spoon, a shovel from his malt soup, we sprinkled our first pot on a slow fire. A couple of weeks later, unbelievingly, we had the fact that the suspect was really beer! We were so shocked that we had another dose. Fortunately, our enthusiasm did not get stuck by now, it grew exponentially. Perceived ideas became more natural, which sometimes did not expect a positive result. The theme of our experimentation continues to be the kitchen, but we give our most promising beers a roller-coaster.