From the far reaches of the western lands, Cheyenne followed the call — drawn eastward by whispers of rare ingredients and restless spirits. In Jacksonville, the rhythm found him. Between the crash of drums and the roar of punk shows, he discovered the alchemy of fermentation — chaos tamed into creation.

Born under the coastal sun, Josh has spent a lifetime in pursuit of the elixir of vitality — a modern seeker guided by instinct and obsession. Some say he channeled it; others say it found him. Now he guards the recipe, wielding melody and microbiome in equal measure — a troubadour of the gut.

A craftsman. A tinkerer. A quiet mystic of the mundane. Part MacGyver, part Punk Rock, part wandering saint — Ray is the unseen architect of our rituals. And while the Skunk Ape vanishes whenever he’s near, we’re not saying he’s involved… we’re just not saying he isn’t.