If your descent into Thunder Mud madness has brought you this far, we trust that we are kindred spirits of the darkest kind. As one of our heroes once growled, “If you’re into evil, you’re a friend of mine.”

This is the tale of how Thunder Mud came to course through the black veins of the living dead who now walk amongst us all. Legend has it that three brothers from Philadelphia, each one cursed by the oppressive rule of corporate America, convened to forge an unholy alliance – one designed to unite the like-minded, to subvert the caffeinated practices of soulless office drone life, and to stir the evil that resides in us all.

This much they knew: Coffee beans are traditionally grown in warm, humid weather, in locales between the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn, across regions that include Central and South America, Central Africa, India, and Southeast Asia. The thought struck these brothers: “If the heat and humidity of tropical climates can produce the surface world’s best coffee beans, what could the fires of eternal damnation yield for those of us willing to enlist in the army of darkness?”

Thus, a demonic pact was formed; the grim steps to bring coffee from hell to the masses had begun. Whether it be on your morning commute as you battle traffic or crowded subway cars, or in the break room at your vapid corporate office, know that your coffee mug is filled with something more. As you sip from the chalice of Thunder Mud, know that you partake in the elixir of malevolence itself - a liquid embodiment of the three brothers’ descent into the abyss. Each blend, a liquid curse; each sip an invitation to indulge in the forbidden. For the brothers, and now for you, friend, Thunder Mud is a pact with the devil in caffeinated form.

We leave you with this: May your coffee be as wicked as your most twisted desire; may its flavor be as evil as the pact that birthed it. Raise your horns, embrace the chaos, and sip on the elixir of Thunder Mud.