Heather is a chemical-mechanical-software engineer and writer who enjoys lots of outdoor sports like whitewater kayaking, cycling, running, and swimming. She also loves fixing and building stuff…like entire distilleries from scratch. She has the glamorous job of not only running the company full-time, but also being covered in grain dust and/or mash most days as the head distiller.
Jeff is an atmospheric scientist by trade, and Syntax’s cocktail mixmaster by destiny. Jeff started slinging cocktails at age 7 at his father Mel’s gala holiday parties, and hasn’t stopped since. In addition to mixing some mean cocktails, he helps out with the enormous amount of record-keeping necessary to run a distillery, keeps going to his “real” science job, and has a 3rd degree black belt in Aikido…don’t mess with him.
Chelsea Hinspeter, Bar Manager
If you’ve been to the cocktail bar, you probably know Chelsea. As cocktail bar manager, she creates an inviting, seasonally-decorated space where our guests can enjoy a cocktail made from our world-class spirits and learn about craft distilling. She also has a degree in journalism, is an accomplished artist, and creates the graphics for our social media presence.
Caitlyn Ewald, Assistant Distiller
Caitlyn has a degree in Physics and is a fantastic distiller. She’s equally adept at keeping meticulous records, making great booze, and hauling around 50 lb sacks of grain. Caitlyn is a badass. She and founder/distiller/CEO (aka Still Mistress) Heather Bean make up the all-lady production staff at Syntax.
Gustav, Captain Jack, and Dubs, The Furry Staff
Gustav is the OG distillery cat, and he’s been with us from the beginning. Formerly a feral cat, he’s a spectacular hunter known as Orangeface Killah to the mice that attempt to mess with our local grain. Gustav has self-domesticated nearly flawlessly, and is easily our best-known employee with his image on two of our whisky bottles. In 2016, Gustav was gifted with a tiny orange deputy, Captain (kitten) Jack, who’s now grown and trained, quite literally, in Gustav’s own image. Their sidekick, Dubs the little white dog, showed up on the doorstep of the distillery a few Decembers ago and never left, apparently being dumped somewhere nearby as a puppy. We think that he’s a chiweenie and he thinks that he’s a working dog…though his personal definition of work is a bit suspect since it largely involves cuddling with the cats, being petted by bar customers, and receiving treats from tender-hearted souls.