#beer label design

[byroniuspunk]

The Kids Are Not Alright, Hazy Triple IPA by Resident Culture

[cricketpress]

Two NEW label designs for our pals at West Sixth Brewing.

Snake Cake & Friends

Get your hands on our Classic Snake Cake, the nutella-inspired Snake Snack, & the nostalgia-infused Chocolate Orange Snake Cake.

[worm-dark]

Working on photographs of these aluminum cans I did for Mammoth Brewing, with prepress by VN Graphics. Translating my earlier full-color illustrations to limited-color versions that could be printed directly on aluminum was an exciting challenge. DM me if you are looking for a graphic designer for your next beverage packaging project! 🍻

[yourfathersmustache]

Explosive... literally!

I designed another beer label for the best brewer in town @amarokbrewing . Check out some of the process sketch layouts! Grab one at your local LA brew shoppe. Drink responsibly!

[ayanos-pl]

Żywiec ジヴィエツは定番ですね。踊る男女のマークがかわいらしい。

[stone-cold-groove]

Label for Union Beer - Los Angeles, California.

[frenesi-jpg]

Last December I was contacted again to illustrate Esteparia's label, this time in collaboration with Wesley (a well known brewery in my country) and I'm so exited with all of this!!

[robinylart]

A bit of biblically accurate angels

[dewwaterprooff]

Beer label design in 1970th retro-style. MockUps thanks to: https://www.freepik.com/free-psd/side-view-beer-can-mock-up_1162315.htm https://www.freepik.com/free-psd/can-mock-up_1358099.htm https://www.freepik.com/free-psd/long-beer-can-mock-up_1162317.htm https://www.freepik.com/free-psd/beer-glass-bottle-with-label-mockup_9145532.htm

[artoffleeks]

Imperial Dragon Stout

Secretly a Temeraire fanart. Imperial Dragon :3 Print will be available at https://scaly.shop

Posted using PostyBirb

[acnhretreat]

Sierra Nevada brewery is in my hometown, Chico california

I finally decided to make a sierra nevada beer bottle label on acnhpatterns, cuz for some reason, in my mind, no other bottle label would suffice while i was decorating. haha I can’t see a brown bottle and not think sierra nevada

I always forget how to upload patterns to ACNH with a QR code but it's actually really easy

open nintendo switch app on your phone

select animal crossing

scroll to the right and select the Designs "app"

scan QR code. (you may have to blow up image)

save

load up ACNH on your switch

open the Custom Designs app

select a pattern spot to save new pattern to

press the minus - button

select Download!

Done!

[cricketpress]

More fresh packaging designed for West Sixth Brewery!

Snake Cake – Chocolate, vanilla, and bourbon in perfect harmony

West Sixth x Castle & Key : Springhouse Series – Bourbon-aged stout with vanilla and cacao

The Grinch Snakes – Smoky jalapeños meet bourbon heat

[alchemistc]

"Evan's not here," Tommy says, and Eddie scowls at him as he pushes past Tommy, already aiming for the kitchen as he hitches the six pack he'd brought with him up under his armpit. It'd been a - a thing. A 'my best friend and my new friend are too busy sucking face to spend every spare moment distracting me from my problems' thing, a thing where Eddie sort of finally understood exactly why Buck had hip checked him on the basketball court months ago. He wants his best friend back. He wants the ease of his friendship with Tommy back.

Which is - Christ, he's selfish, is the thing. A month without Chris there to keep him occupied and Eddie has had some startling realizations about himself. ("You're not selfish, Eddie, you're the most selfless person I know." from Buck and "So fix it," from Tommy, a rare night out with the both of them because he'd headed date night off at the pass by asking Tommy to go out for drinks before he and Buck could make plans without him).

"My world doesn't revolve around Buck," Eddie tells him, and screws the cap off a beer to hand it to Tommy. Tommy's doing that judgmental face he gets when he wants to say something bitchy but hasn't put the words in the right order yet. And - Eddie's not lying. Buck is a fixed point, an ever present life-line, but he's not the fucking sun.

Neither is Chris, apparently, which is news to Eddie and he's - spiralling, still. Quietly, calmly, and he's only punched one hole in the wall on a bad night.

"You ever go to Frank?" Eddie asks, like Frank is the only therapist in the greater LA area, and Tommy rolls his eyes, disappears long enough for the muted sound of the television to go quiet.

When he comes back Eddie's reading the label on his beer bottle

"Apparently I resent you," Eddie says, and Tommy chuffs a laugh.

"Apparently?"

"No, I -." The words had been just as hard two hours ago. This little trip was his own design, he'd been told specifically to sit in it for a while but Christ, an hour a week isn't enough time to talk through his issues and it's not like he can tell Buck he resents him for finding something he's happy and stable and solid in. So. Tommy it is. "You and Buck are good together. I'm happy for you both. I am."

Tommy settles against a countertop with his hip digging into the Formica. His kitchen has gained a dutch oven that looks suspiciously like the one Buck has been showing Eddie for like six months that he couldn't justify the cost of because he's not around enough to use it as much as he'd like.

"I'm not usually the one without his shit together," Eddie says.

"No offense, Eddie, but I thought the whole point of therapy was you realizing you rarely have your shit together."

Also true. He's - usually better at hiding it though. Kim was a joker stacked up on a wobbly house of cards and he'd known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that she'd bring the whole thing tumbling to the ground. Mass casualty event. No survivors.

"You make each other better people," Eddie says, which is the wrong thing to say apparently because Tommy scowls.

"If you wanna completely ignore all the work we've both put into ourselves," he snipes, and - yeah. Fair. Buck's been in therapy for years now. Every once in a while he'll pull something out of his ass that makes Eddie's skin itch - something so mystifyingly self-aware that it makes Eddie want to claw into his chest cavity and rip out his fucking heart. And Tommy - well, he doesn't know much but it's not like Tommy's the paragon of perfection. He's worked through some shit. Is still working through shit, if the aftermath of his and Buck's first real fight is any indication.

"I've never been with someone who makes me want to work on myself," Eddie admits, and the lines around Tommy's eyes shift. He sighs.

"Never gonna find that if you don't want it for yourself."

Yeah. Frank's said as much. It's just - Eddie doesn't have a starting point. Tommy had the whole hiding his true self thing, and Buck had the dead-brother-shitty-parents thing, and he's whittling them both down to the sharp edges of themselves in his mind, which isn't entirely fair but it's easier than trying to confront what the fuck his own problem is. Dead wife, his kid in another state, a contentious relationship with his father, a whole backlog of PTSD he's never really confronted head on. Weird feelings cropping up about a religion he thought he'd left in the dust and sand of Afghanistan and a hole he's been trying to fill up with other people since - well, he doesn't even know since when.

Tommy's got his dog tags laying in the bottom of an empty fruit bowl on his kitchen table. Eddie's never seen them before, and some part of him knows Tommy'd brought them out for a conversation with Buck he'll never hear himself, and he aches. He doesn't want them, but he wants what they have, wants to be able to talk about the difficult shit without closing in on himself, wants to have someone to come home to, wants -

"I spent six months imagining my therapist's head exploding every time she made me talk about something uncomfortable," Tommy tells him, and takes a long drag off his beer. For the first time since he'd knocked on Tommy's door, Eddie actually feels a little bad about interrupting his night, but that just leaves him spiralling some more because Eddie usually feels bad about everything, all the time, so why hadn't he felt guilty about this until now? And why does he feel guilty about not feeling guilty?

"I just want him to fix me," Eddie says, and Tommy laughs. Laughs hard and long enough that Eddie's feeling offended. Off kilter and pissed off and -

"You're not a single loose wire, Eddie. Can't just replace a cable and have a clean slate. You gotta change your oil and replace the spark plugs and top up the coolant, over and over again until you die."

It's the sort of metaphor Eddie'd like to lob across the field of engagement just to watch it get shot to pieces. It's apt, though.

"Feels like the whole engines gotta go," Eddie tells him "Transmission's shot and my catalytic converter keeps getting stolen and the mufflers been welded back on so many times that it's half-solder."

"Christ," Tommy says, which. Yeah. Exactly. "Well you can't exactly send yourself to the junk yard for scrap and buy a newer model."

"Buck does," Eddie snaps, and Tommy rolls his eyes. He'd been there the last time Buck brought up his 1.0 days.

"Half the time a system update patches ten bugs and creates twenty more."

"So Buck's buggy, is what you're saying."

He rolls his tongue over his teeth. "You are running off faulty software and you've been refusing to update to the new version because you heard it'd burn the battery faster, is what I'm saying."

Eddie doesn't have a whole lot of charge to begin with. And the metaphors are starting to muddle in his brain, too many different ideas battling around when he's already spent an ornery hour talking to Frank and another trying to convince himself he doesn't resent his best friend for accepting his own fucking flaws and working on them.

Tommy sets the beer bottle down. Eyes Eddie for a moment, and Eddie wonders how often he levels that look on Buck, how Buck feels when Tommy flays him open and digs through his insides. "You wanna go hit something for a bit?" he asks, and Eddie nods so quickly he nearly smacks his nose into the brim of the bottle in his own hand. He's about done feeling his feelings, for the moment. He'll probably end up being annoyed that Tommy makes him wrap his hands before he takes some aggression out on the bag hung up in the corner of Tommy's garage, but maybe when Tommy gets annoyed with him and does that takedown maneuver that knocks the wind out of Eddie's lungs when they're sparring he'll let that go.

Tommy flicks his forehead on the way to grab him something to wear. "That's for calling my boyfriend buggy, jackass," he says, and laughs himself all the way down the hall when Eddie splutters after him.

His bedroom door snicks shut by the time Eddie's recovered enough to remind him that he'd been Eddie's friend first.

[yourfathersmustache]

“Slow N’ Glow IPA” Beer label illustration for Tortugo Brewing This was a fun one to design for sure! Below is some early ideas

[ayanos-pl]

Leżajsk レジャイスク。現在はジヴィエツおよびハイネケン傘下のレジャイスク醸造所で生産されている。1525 年、国王ズィグムント1世からレジャイスクの醸造家にビール醸造の特権が与えられたのが始まり。現醸造所は1972～1977年に建設、1978年に操業開始。#ポーランド・ビールのラベル