Our Story

My wife sometimes jokes that I’m a serial hobbyist.

She’s not wrong—at least on the surface. I tend to follow curiosity wherever it leads. I read deeply, practice relentlessly, and often take things farther than most people would. But it’s not restlessness that drives me. It’s a hunger for understanding. A need to know why something works, where it comes from, and how to do it well—really well.

That instinct sits at the heart of The Last Great American Herb Co.

TLGAHC is rooted on a five-acre homestead where days are shaped by the seasons and shared with chickens, bees, dogs, and children. It’s a place of constant motion and quiet observation—tending gardens, harvesting herbs, keeping bees, foraging the edges of fields and woods, and learning, again and again, what the land is willing to offer.

I am an aspiring herbalist, a constant forager, and a deeply grateful person. I work with what grows, what returns, and what asks for patience. Every season teaches something new—about restraint, abundance, and attention. About when to act, and when to wait.

This work doesn’t come from trends or productivity. It comes from awe.
Awe for soil and weather and time. For the way cycles repeat but never quite the same. For the way simple things, made carefully, can carry meaning far beyond their parts.

TLGAHC exists as a record of that discovery.
A practice of cultivating, preserving, and sharing what the land offers—when we slow down enough to listen, and care enough to take it all the way.