Aged Anniversary Brews, Doom Metal and Warehouse Bones
Some places don’t just serve beer — they sit on top of chapters of your life.
A recent visit to Holy Mountain Brewing on Elliott Ave in Interbay carried a little extra gravity for me. The building next door once housed an office where I spent several meaningful years. Walking back onto that block, there’s a strange collision of timelines — old routines layered over new rituals. The Northwest has a way of holding onto its bones.
The vibe at Holy Mountain is what I’d call doom metal meets Northwest warehouse meets brewing-on-Elliott-Ave industrial. Dim lighting. Vinyl spinning. Concrete and steel softened by the glow of fermentation tanks. It feels intentional but not curated for Instagram. It feels like it grew there.
And that’s the right energy for what we came for.
The 11th Anniversary That Sold Out
We showed up hoping to experience their 11th Anniversary barrel-aged releases — big, layered, patient beers built for moments like this.
They sold out the day they were released.
There’s a brief sting in that realization, but it also says something. When a brewery consistently executes at a high level, scarcity isn’t hype — it’s math.
So we recalibrated.
Sin Nanna (2nd Anniversary reissued) — Apple Brandy Barrel Aged
What we did get was Sin Nanna, their 2nd Anniversary Imperial Stout aged in apple brandy barrels (16%). And this one carried weight.
Dark. Rich. Thick. Tactile.
The apple brandy influence doesn’t shout, it hums underneath the roasted malt body, bringing warmth and subtle fruit complexity without tipping into syrupy sweetness. It drinks with authority. It demands time. The kind of beer that slows conversation in a good way.
Missing the 11th anniversary bottles suddenly felt less like a loss and more like an alternate route.
The Realm’s Remedy — West Coast IPA (6.66% ABV)
We also had The Realm’s Remedy, a West Coast IPA clocking in at a fitting 6.66% ABV.
Technically, it’s extremely well crafted. Crisp bitterness, structure, clean malt bill — everything you’d want from a proper Westy. It absolutely lands the plane stylistically.
Personally, I’ve developed an aversion to certain Mosaic-driven flavor profiles. We were hoping the supporting hops would dominate and shift the center of gravity, but Mosaic still had the final word. That said, if you love that sharp, resinous, slightly tropical Mosaic punch, this beer delivers exactly what it promises. West Coast IPA fans will likely appreciate how cleanly it executes the style.
This was palate preference, not performance.
Country Death Song — Hoppy Pilsner (5.5%)
My full-glass choice ended up being Country Death Song, their hoppy Pilsner brewed with Pils malt and hopped with Strisselspalt and Galaxy.
This one hit.
It delivers that crisp Bavarian backbone but with a modern hop lift that keeps it from feeling traditionalist for tradition’s sake. Clean. Bright. Structured. The kind of beer that quietly disappears from your glass because it’s just that drinkable.
In a lineup of heavy hitters, it might have been the most complete pour of the night.
Final Take
Holy Mountain continues to be one of those breweries where the atmosphere and the beer feel aligned. Industrial Northwest bones. Dim light. Vinyl spinning. Intentional brewing without theatrics.
I didn’t step into the adjacent distillery this time — that’s for another visit. This trip was about beer, memory, and letting a block in Interbay remind me how much time passes and how much still stays the same.
We missed the anniversary release.
We didn’t miss the experience.
Brady’s relationship with beer started early. Very early.
At five years old, he occasionally “borrowed” sips when adults weren’t looking. A few years later, he and his sisters upgraded from curiosity to operation: a master plan involving a “locked” cabana refrigerator, a lookout position for Brady, and a daring extraction of Rainier beer bottles. Armed with nails and beach rocks, they poked holes in the caps, took their first real taste… and were promptly caught. Punishment followed. But so did destiny.
That moment set the stage.
Years later, Brady began brewing beer with his dad, a tradition that quietly stretched across decades. Beer became less about rebellion and more about process, patience, and shared time a theme that still defines how he approaches it today.
Over the last eight years, Brady’s beer journey evolved again alongside his longtime business partner and fellow beer enthusiast, Clark. In 2022, they merged work and pleasure in the most WeeBeer way possible visiting more than 560 breweries across Washington State. Research, obviously.
Brady’s perspective on beer is rooted in drinkability, atmosphere, and how a place makes you feel, not technical posturing. If the beer makes him smile, relax, and order another without thinking too hard about it, it’s doing something right.
Outside of WeeBeer, Brady is a lifelong entrepreneur, a musician, vocalist, and songwriter, and together with Clark currently leads a technology company. Creativity, business, and beer have always overlapped for him; WeeBeer just happens to be where they all pour together.
Favorite beers: Ones that invite conversation though Bourbon Barrel -Aged, Doubles, Triples, Quads… you get the pictures. Also Dynamic IPAs and Pilsners often hit the spot.
Least favorite beers: Ones that take themselves too seriously and Mosaic hops gone wrong.
