Once, I was a brewery in Suffolk, UK.
Once, I had a chain of mock baronial pubs and a lager that my own chairman described as 'horse piss'
Once, elven parents used to enjoy drinking those of my brews that did not taste like horse piss, but not any more. I closed down in 2002, due to a beer-breathing shark infestation.
Not that has anything to do with anything apart from the fact that it's Exciting History Fridays at paizo.com, so enjoy! Enjoy!