The oracle speaks in riddles of floral corn and dark berry. A sun-bleached lager built on heirloom Jala Rojo corn, deceptively simple, carrying prophecy in every effortless sip.
In Mesoamerican tradition, divination was not the province of mystics muttering in darkened rooms. It was a science, practiced by trained priests who read the will of the gods through corn kernels cast upon cloth, through the movement of fire, through the precise tracking of Venus across a sky mapped with mathematical rigor that Europeans would not match for centuries.
Corn was the medium of prophecy because corn was the medium of existence itself. The Popol Vuh, the K’iche’ Maya creation narrative, tells that the gods attempted to make humans from mud and from wood before succeeding with masa, the dough of corn. Humanity is, in the most literal sense, made from maize. To cast corn kernels and read their patterns was to consult the very substance from which the gods had shaped the living world.
The oracle, the oráculo, saw all things through the simplest of elements. Not crystal spheres or golden instruments, but the grain that fed the people, the fire that cooked it, and the stars that told them when to plant. Divination and agriculture were inseparable. To know when to sow was to know the mind of the gods.
Oráculo is brewed with Jala Rojo, an heirloom corn variety from the Jala Valley of Nayarit, Mexico, where ears of maize grow to lengths found nowhere else on earth. This Mexican-Style Lager at 4.7% ABV is sun-bleached and effortless, carrying floral corn sweetness and dark berry through a body so clean it borders on transparent. It is deceptively simple, the way an oracle’s answer always sounds obvious after it has been spoken. The truth was there all along, waiting in the kernel.