One of the unintended consequences of starting a beverage company is the plethora of photos that you receive from kindred souls around town. For the most part, we receive a constant stream of ass shots, titty shots, and Whynatte product shots. All ass and titty shots are forwarded to our eighteen year old intern, who is building a comprehensive database in his basement.

When time allows, we’re going to start posting some of the product shots that we receive by email or Twitter. The idea being that if you see that strangers are buying the Whynatte Latte, you will subconsciously be driven to do so yourself. Or, these photos will subconsciously drive you to set your home ablaze, which will basically accomplish the same thing from a marketing perspective.

This is why they tell you to “not accept or carry any items from someone you do not know. Control your carry-on baggage to prevent the introduction of any unintended or dangerous items without your knowledge.”

The bartenders at Room in Atlanta mixed up a little Whynatte cocktail:

P’cheen, one of our favorite spots to run into sketchy yet lovable publicists, was kind enough to add the Whynatte Martini to their cocktail menu:

New friend Tom was recently grabbing an afternoon halibut at Fresh 2 Order, and snagged a Whynatte for a late afternoon turbo boost:

Ryan obviously doesn’t eat food, but his liquid of choice is the Whynatte Latte:

If my automobile interior and dairy identification skill are intact, it appears that Michael has a new BMW and a new Whynatte:

Whynatte makes a cameo appearance at the ING Marathon. Meanwhile, I slept stark naked in bed:

What goes better with Stone Soup Kitchen’s she crab soup than an ice cold Whynatte Latte? What the hell is a she crab anyway?

Fending off the pride of cougars can get tiring for Collective Soul guitarist Dean Roland. When he’s feeling tired, Dean turns to the Whynatte Latte for a charge: