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WELCOME TO BAD MARTHA

Dance with a stranger. Give out your real number. Convince someone that's your yacht moored outside the harbor.

A trip to Martha's Vineyard is a chance to escape. To let go. To be, dare we say, a little bad. That indulgent spirit lives and breathes in every drop of Bad Martha beer. So grab a bottle and get bad today.

MISCHIEVOUS WINDS DROVE BARTHOLOMEW GOSNOLD'S SHIP TO MARTHA'S VINEYARD.

As Legend Has It...

HE SCOURED THE ISLAND FOR INGREDIENTS TO BREW ALE FOR HIS CREW.

ALAS, HE FOUND NONE...

AND HE FELL ASLEEP ON THE SHORE.

UNDER THE LIGHT OF THE MOON, HE AWOKE...

TO A SENSUOUS MERMAID WITH JET BLACK HAIR AND A DEVILISH GRIN.

SITTING AT WATER'S EDGE, SHE BECKONED TO GOSNOLD.

THE CLOSER HE GOT, THE FURTHER SHE SWAM AWAY - TEMPTING HIM TO FOLLOW.

SO HE DID. FINALLY, HE FOUND HIMSELF IN A FIELD BRIMMING WITH LUSH ISLAND GRAPES. THESE WOULD BE PERFECT FOR WINE HE THOUGHT.

BUT NAY, HE WAS A GOOD ENGLISHMAN, SO THESE GRAPES BECAME THE SECRET INGREDIENT FOR A ROBUST, REFRESHING BEER.

GOSNOLD NEVER SAW THE MERMAID AGAIN. HE WENT TO HIS GRAVE WONDERING IF HE EVER SAW HER AT ALL.

TODAY WE BREW EVERY HANDCRAFTED BEER AS GOSNOLD DID, WITH GRAPE LEAVES HARVESTED ON THE VINEYARD AND A SPLASH OF MERMAID MISCHIEF. NATURALLY, WE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO NAME OUR BEER AFTER THE ELUSIVE SIREN WHO STARTED IT ALL.