Growing up, I remember sneaking into my dad’s Seattle saloon, the famous Jake O’Shaughnessy’s, and peering in wonderment at the tall mahogany library ladder rolling over the never-ending rows of colorful bottles. Smells of cracked leather, rich wood paneling and swirls of tobacco from the cigar room permeated my imagination and are still ingrained in my mind to this day. From these memories and the inspirations of generations past, I carry on this proud tradition with Northwest Spirits.

My name is Merrisa Firnstahl-Claridge. Now it’s my turn.