Derby time is a magical time. The weather is just right. Everyone’s dressed to the nines. There’s a palpable energy humming through the air. And all eyes are on the Bluegrass for the most exciting two minutes in sports. Wouldn’t it be amazing if you could savor that special feeling for an eternity? Hell yeah it would! Introducing Derby Turds, the first in a Dixieland Preserves line of bizarro Southern resin encapsulations by Kentucky artist Coleman Larkin. These gorgeous nuggets of digested Kentucky bluegrass and whatever else horses eat were daringly harvested by the artist himself, fresh from the haunches...
Declare this Christmas a "No Buttholes Zone" and go on the offensive with the gift that's worse than nothing. Coal. Because nothing says, "I do not approve of you," like a real live chunk of Kentucky's filthiest export.
This Friday, April 28th at 10am we're launching these kick-ass Hunter S. Thompson tumblers in celebration of Thompson's famous story, "The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent And Depraved".
This Friday, April 28th at 10am we're launching these kick-ass Hunter S. Thompson tumblers in celebration of Thompson's famous story, "The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent And Depraved".