The boat on the can was owned by my friend Joe from Port Alexander.
When I first got to Juneau, one of our friends was a brewer for Geoff and Marcy, as they were just ramping up Alaskan Brewing from a garage operation to an actual brewery. Since there was no canning back then, and all the bottles were hand-filled, they had "reject fridays" wherein all the under/overfilled bottles could be taken home by employees for consumption, provided they returned the glass. For awhile while my brewer friend was living at my house, we had furniture made out of cases of Amber, covered in quilts a la dorm room chic.
I got so sick of that shit I can't even stand the smell of it anymore