Who Is White Possum?
Our little team came together in October 2014 to support and promote Australian-made spirits and their makers.
Our founder and 'Big Possum' is Paul, an intensely curious lad who can't resist foraging wild prickly pears with a bottle of whisky in one hand and a box cutter in the other.
Virtually every order passes through the hands of our operations manager and 'Little Possum', Naomi, who has a knack for bottling spirits without losing any in the process.
You may also meet our 'Brand Ambassador Possum', Jesse, who spent years flinging drinks behind bars and can't help shaking in excitement before tasting a new spirit.
We have the occasional additional pair of helping hands, but that's pretty much our entire team.
Our humble little team operates a warehouse and separate bottling and spirits manufacturing facility, both based in Melbourne.
What Do We Stand For?
As fortunate citizens of the developed world, we increasingly seek craftsmanship, quality and finesse in what we use and consume everyday.
When the world starts to believe that gin is best made by the machines at Beefeater and whisky by the enormous stills of Glenlivet, we take our hats off to these successful producers. But then we look towards the smaller, more boutique operations at home. As an inventive people, you can bet on Australians to be involved in almost any industry. And if the head distiller at our local Applewood, Starward, Four Pillars, Ironbark or Hunter Distilleries can beat the international giants at their game in blind taste tests, then we see no reason not to stand by our own and to support them in their own quest for perfection.
Everything we do revolves around introducing Australian spirits to those who may not have tried any at all, and those who may have only had the occasional tipple. We're not your typical bottle shop (well, it's hard to pretend to be one without a physical shop front anyway). Instead, we like to think of ourselves as creative retailers. Hopefully you'll agree.
The Legend Of The White Possum
Once upon a time, a large brushtail possum lay in the fork of a tree in the middle of the giant desert of Gondwanaland.
Curled up tightly, the tree was bare and all its leaves had fallen during a terrible drought. The tired and thirsty possum tried desperately to fall asleep, but the heat on her back was unbearable and she longed for a thick fluffy cloud to drift over and block the sun.
She looked up and saw a bright blue sky. There was nothing that would help shield her from the sun. But then she saw, out of the corner of her beady eyes, something very beautiful. One large fluffy cloud in the horizon. It was miles and miles away yet it was just visible. “how do I lure the cloud over?”, she thought. But then she had a brainwave - she needed to befriend the lonely cloud, and she first needed to look like one of them! She clambered off the tree and rubbed her fur against a white chalky rock in the sand.
Rub, rub, rub. Rub, rub, rub.
After a few minutes, she had turned into a white fluffy possum. Looking out to the horizon, she waved her paws and screeched as loud as she could. Alas, the cloud did not see or hear her, and stayed where it was. Dejected, the white possum returned to the fork of the tree and curled up into a ball. Yet, even though the sun was still shining as brightly as before, this time she no longer felt a searing heat. This puzzled her. After all, nothing had changed except for her white fur.
Now much cooler, she slept like a baby possum through the rest of the day. But from that day onward, she learnt the magic of the white chalk. But she never told the other possums about this handy trick, and even today, white possums are incredibly rare.