WEST ARM SUGAR
NORTHWOODS MAPLE
HARVESTED + PRODUCED IN THE WOODS ON WALLOON LAKE, MICH.
100% PURE MICHIGAN MAPLE SYRUP | SMALL-BATCH | WOOD-FIRED
west arm sugar
West Arm Sugar was born of the restlessness of a cold Northern Michigan winter, raised with a reverence for the land and its gifts, and released with the desire to share the abundance that can come from nature and a dream. It’s the first project to launch out of West Arm Farm, a burgeoning family project on a historical homestead on Walloon Lake, Michigan.
Dreamed up by Peter, Ansley, their lab Gustavo, and supported (with patient curiosity) by the rest of the Ward family, West Arm Sugar is a true labor of love. A testament of creating for creativity’s sake, with their hands, for community, and for the land Peter’s family has been stewarding for five generations.
HOW
Being a “Sugarer” is patient work. Each batch of our syrup starts out as 60-80 gallons of sap and is then slowly boiled down outdoors over a wood stove and fed with wood that we gather and cut from the property. Each batch yields 1.5-2 gallons of syrup, we bottle it and package it by hand, mark each bottle with the batch number, and have the pleasure of getting to share it with the local community, as well as friends and family across the country.
Sure, there are modern ways to speed up the process, but we’ve found satisfaction in following tradition shaped by time. We hope every sip makes you slow down for a moment, too.
LIMITED QUANTITIES AVAILABLE NOW!
2025 bottles sold out
Thank you for supporting our inaugural season, we can’t wait to share with you again next year. Join us Spring 2026 for the 2nd annual Sugarbush Bash.
"SWIGGABLE" x
"SOMETIMES WHEN I'M SAD I DRINK IT STRAIGHT FROM THE JAR" x
"TOO GOOD TO CONSUME IN PUBLIC" x
"THE NECTAR OF THE GODS" x
"SWIGGABLE" x "SOMETIMES WHEN I'M SAD I DRINK IT STRAIGHT FROM THE JAR" x "TOO GOOD TO CONSUME IN PUBLIC" x "THE NECTAR OF THE GODS" x
THE LAND
In the hills above Walloon Lake, old-growth maples stand as living witnesses to generations of stewardship and seasonal alchemy. These trees, some old enough to have been tapped by the Indigenous Odawa people, thrive in a landscape shaped by glaciers, warmed by sunlit hillsides, cooled by lake winds, and fed by artesian springs. Nature built this place with patience and purpose — we’re lucky enough to learn from it.