KINGSTON’S First Bottle Shop and Tap Room

At 7000 Jars we strive to work with producers who put quality and creativity above anything else. The breweries we stock are small independently run businesses or world-renowned niche producers. Be it beers, wines, or spirits, the products on our shelves are produced in small-batch quantities not intended for mass market; if you’ve seen it on a supermarket shelf, you’re unlikely to find it in here. Whether they’ve been shipped in from the four corners of the world or pedal biked straight to our shop door (you know who you are!) the people behind the liquids we sell are passionately devoted to raising your drinking game.

If beer isn’t your thing we also serve wine by the glass and a choice of non-beery liquid delights.

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CURRENT* OPENING HOURS

Monday: Closed

Tuesday: 11 - 20

Wednesday: 11 - 20

Thursday: 11 - 21

Friday: 11 - 21

Saturday: 11 - 21

Sunday: 11 - 17

 Legend behind the name: The Destruction of Humanity & 7000 Jars of Beer

Beer goes back a very long way. Even in the days when humanity was subject to raging tempers of earth trotting gods, yeast busily worked its way through vats of malty liquor to produce, what we now call, beer.

…and so it was in Ancient Egypt, when the aging Sun God Ra summoned his daughter Hathor to task her with bringing some discipline upon the ignorant and disrespectful bunch the lowly humans had become, that Hathor, the ever agreeable Goddess of Joy transformed into her counterpart; Sekhmet The Destroyer, in order to stand up to the task. Sekhmet, however, was the very opposite of Hathor and before long her idea of discipline looked increasingly like mission creep as hundreds lay slain in her wake and the fields of Egypt were drenched in the blood of earthlings. Sensing Sekhmet was going way off script in terms of body count and method Ra instructed his chief priest to brew up vats of beer and dye them red with ochre hoping that Sekhmet would mistake it for human blood and drink herself into a stupor. 7000 jars of blood-red beer were poured over the fields and Sekhmet, unable to resist the sweet malty aroma of a fresh brew, drank it up and fell into a deep sleep.

If you are an angry ancient deity it takes exactly 3 days to sleep off that kind of skin-full, but when she did finally wake, she felt like a new goddess! Feeling parched, but back in her familiar and joyful Hathor form her genocidal bloodlust was merely an embarrassing memory and humans were free once more to walk the earth and, crucially, brew beer.