Clyde's Story

From the Alabama Pines to the Top Shelf

After a long day of honest, backbreaking work, folks around Union Springs knew where to find Clyde May, deep in the Alabama pines, huddled around a copper still, where the air was thick with smoke, sugar, and something with a little more kick. What started in 1946 as a way to make ends meet quickly turned into a lifelong calling and a legacy that still runs strong.

Clyde wasn't the only moonshiner in Bullock County, but he was the one folks talked about. Maybe it was the pure spring water he used, maybe it was that custom still he built by hand (the now-legendary Clyde 240), or maybe it was just that he gave a damn. Every drop had to be right—because in Clyde's eyes, selling anything less than the best was like telling a lie.

His "White Lightning" was the stuff of local legend, but Clyde didn't stop there. Always tinkering, always chasing better, he started aging his shine in charred oak barrels and tossing in oven-baked green apple slices to smooth things out. Locals called it "Clyde's Christmas Whiskey." Around here, we call it the start of something great.

80 years and counting, Clyde May's Whiskey is still made the right way—bold, smooth, and full of character. No shortcuts. No nonsense. Just good whiskey, born in the backwoods and built to last.

Raise a glass to doing things the Clyde way.