Misrule’s Story

For centuries, the Lord of Misrule led festivals where order was flipped—peasants became kings, jesters took command, and revelry ruled. It was a joyful rebellion, a celebration of disruption and possibility.

In that spirit, in 2018, three Miami professors wondered why Oxford didn’t have a brewery taproom. Despite being a town full of beer-loving people, Oxford was the largest college town in the U.S. without a brewery. We decided to change that. We rejected the large-scale, watered-down sameness of big beer in favor of unique, small-batch, locally-crafted brews made with high-quality ingredients.

Two more friends, both beer professionals, joined us. After countless ale-inspired conversations, we started brewing in a barn on Somerville Road. Five Oxford dads, crafting brews for the good people of Oxford. By 2023, we had Misrule brews at Oxford festivals and restaurants.

In 2024, we met Matt at Bello, a guy who loved wood-fired pizza as much as we loved craft beer. We knew this was where we belonged.

The spirit of Misrule was often depicted in medieval manuscripts, where scribes filled the margins with strange, satirical illustrations called marginalia—rabbits wielding weapons, hunting the hunters, and standing victorious over the powerful. These playful, subversive illustrations turned the world on its head.

Welcome to Misrule. The world flipped upside down. Rabbits picking up axes. Locally brewed revelry.

Cheers! - Rhett, Eric, Dow, Michael, and Brandon