Business

Trevor Grigg was born, bred and buttered in New Zealand’s finest city.

A South D boy and street scholar through and through, who wore his working class blue collar as a badge of honour.

Deliciously curmudgeonly blessed with a lushly laconic wryly sardonic sense of humour, you might not have met Trevor or even know who he is, but you probably have sipped and supped a beer, whisky, cider or cocktail he had a hand in making.

Trevor ran the Malt House in Caversham for well over a decade, selling all the gadgets, gizmos, genius and gubbins you need to brew beer or something spiritual. Trevor was both a canny alchemist and damn decent distiller, a font of knowledge who shared every titbit and gambit.

He was a passionate and pivotal figure in the brewing bonanza and those tasty tipples that now ripple through our city.…