About

The Brock Boheme Club was never advertised, never officially opened, and certainly never meant for the masses. It began quietly, between friends, under cedar beams, beside a lake with no name, and grew into something more enduring than a brand, a place. A story. A code of living.

This is a club for those who prefer their rituals slow and their gear timeless. Where a flask isn’t just a vessel, it’s a companion. Where scent proof bags are issued like field equipment, and every product carries a trace of the hands that designed it and the lives that used it.

There are no influencers here. No loud logos. Just well worn leather, locked drawers, and members who understand the value of silence.

The clubhouse itself is real or maybe it isn’t. What matters is that you feel it when you hold the gear. That sense of heritage, mystery, and quiet rebellion. A wink across the room. A rule never written down.

At The Brock Boheme Club, we don’t sell to customers. We equip members.

And if you’ve found your way here, you already know, we don’t recruit. We remember.