I Like Alcohol (Or: What Making Mead Taught Me About Marketing)
I make mead, honey wine. It takes months, smells funky at first, and makes your wife paranoid when she hears the words “Here, taste this.”
I also work in digital marketing. And I’m about to pretend that one taught me about the other.
Yes. I know.
“What [unlikely hobby] taught me about [professional thing]” is maybe the most LinkedIn sentence structure ever invented. Right up there with the em dash epidemic and posts that open with “It’s not about the destination — it’s about the journey.” All those posts with the cadence and empathy of Johnny 5’s nephews. You’ve seen 1,000 of them. So have I. I’m writing one anyway.
Okay. No more meta-commentary. But no promises.
Mead fermentation runs on a sequence. Pitch the yeast, seal the airlock, monitor specific gravity every few days. If the gravity stops dropping too early, something stalled. You diagnose and adjust. The batch moves through stages whether you’re watching or not.
That’s how a good nurture sequence works too. Contacts enter, conditions trigger actions, you monitor engagement signals. A lead goes quiet mid-funnel: open rates drop, clicks stop. You diagnose and adjust.
The other thing mead taught me: garbage inputs produce garbage outputs. Cheap honey makes undrinkable wine regardless of how carefully you manage the ferment. Bad contact data works the same way. You can build perfect branch logic, a beautiful email cadence. If the list is bad, none of it matters.
Data hygiene isn’t glamorous. Neither is scrubbing fermented honey and fruit pulp from the walls and ceiling at 11pm. Both are the actual work.
Two lessons. I’m not listing a third just to make it feel complete.

Go make something. Doesn’t have to be mead. You can ferment almost anything.