About Us

White Possum was created in October 2014 to support and promote Australian-made spirits and their makers. We're a small team of spirit lovers based in Melbourne who spend too much time tasting stuff and probably not enough time selling stuff.

Warehouse & Distillery

We operate a fully functional, but rather compact, distillery in the sleepy neighbourhood of Spotswood, a stone's throw away from the bustling heart of Melbourne.

This is also our warehouse and office. All your orders are shipped out from here.

There's an ever expanding array of equipment that we use in the distillery, but most of them are pretty basic. On any given day, there'll be plastic and steel barrels being wheeled around, fermenters bubbling away, a mini-bottling line on the go, and a couple of small stills dripping the good stuff out of their spouts.

In 2020 we also set up an outpost in England. Read more about that on our UK website.

Our Team

Our 'Big Possum' is Paul, who likes to pretend to be a possum by practising parkour and eating too much. You might see him around slinging booze or testing out our newest liqueur creations.

Every order passes through the hands of our operations team, comprising of 'Little Possums', Ash and Naomi, who both have a knack for packing spirits without losing any in the process. 

And if you've got a question, you'll most likely be chatting with our 'Support Possum', Alex, a professional singer who may answer your queries in rhyme.

Our Mission

We believe that it's important to seek authenticity in what we use and consume everyday.

We take our hats off to successful behemoth producers of spirits around the world. But what really gets us excited is the thrill of tasting something made in our backyard, distilled by truly passionate people who often also work full-time to make ends meet. After all, if the distillers at Applewood, Timboon, Kangaroo Island or Hunter Distilleries (just to name a few) can make spirits that thrash the big international brands in taste tests, then we see no reason not to stand by our own and to support them in their quest for perfection.

Every now and then, we'll notice that there aren't any other Australian distilleries making a certain spirit. That's when we'll use our distillery to try to fill the void, as was the case with our Naked Amaretto, the first Australian-made amaretto, or our Naked Maraschino, a one-of-a-kind spirit that is barely made anywhere outside of Europe.

At the end of the day, 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, but we're also not your typical distillery. Instead, we like to think of ourselves as somewhere in-between.

The Legend

We're often asked why we named ourselves White Possum. Well folks, grab a cuppa and listen up.

"Once upon a time, a large brushtail possum lay in the fork of a tree in the middle of the giant desert of Gondwanaland. The tree was bare as 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 cloud to drift over and block the intense rays of sunshine.

She looked up and saw a blindingly blue sky and nothing that would help shield her from the sun. She squinted her beady eyes, scanning the horizon. Suddenly, there it was: a big fluffy cloud. It was a long way away. “How do I lure the cloud over?”, she thought. The next moment she had a brainwave: she needed to befriend it and to do that she first needed to look like a cloud! Without hesitation, she scampered off the tree and rubbed her fur furiously on a white chalky rock in the sand.

Several minutes later, she had turned into a fluffy white possum. She waved her paws at the cloud with all the energy she could muster, but the cloud did not see her. She squealed at the top of her lungs, but the cloud did not hear her. The tired and dejected white possum slumped back into the fork of the tree and curled up into a ball. The sun was still blazing, but this time she no longer felt a searing heat. In fact, for some reason she suddenly felt cooler, much cooler, than before.

The white possum slept blissfully through the rest of the day. She had discovered the magic of the white chalk. From that day onward, she became a white possum: a shining beacon of resilience and craft."