A holiday tradition meant to be shared year round

It started during the holidays.....I would open the front door and immediately be welcomed by the scent of vinegar permeating through the air - and I knew - my mother was making her mustard. She would be in the kitchen all day, pouring jars of it, wrapping them up as gifts for friends, family and coworkers. Her mustard was a hit and people wanted more!

I grew up in a kitchen. My mother would employ me to help prepare the daily meals. Of course, she was in charge of the main entree - I was her trusted prep cook, chopping every vegetable under the sun. Eventually, she taught me how to make her famous mustard and now I am proud to share her passion for it with you.

And just like home, every jar is hand-poured, jared, labeled and packaged to ensure that every small-batch mustard you receive is of the highest standard of quality and freshness.

Your local mustardier,

James Weisinger
AKA - THE MUSTARD MAN