Yellow Anne raspberries, red raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, and sparkles in a vanilla base. The perfect mixed berry ice cream.
Dedicated to great athletic women of substance – Lindsay Vaughn, Kendall Coyne, Sister Lily, etc. – who love a great breakfast ice cream. Maple, blueberries, and bacon.
Marquette red wine grapes as ice cream. Yes, please. The Sisters don’t do Needy, and that’s just what red wine grapes are. But it makes a really great ice cream.
Homemade, half-baked ginger/chocolate/molasses cookies blended in a light vanilla base.
The common elderberry, genus Sambucus, has an awesome flavor when treated well; good tasting, good for you, and great color for your ice cream cone.
Our fresh grown red raspberries blended in a vanilla base. Named in honor of the ultimate performer’s ultimate song. A blend of three of our farm grown red raspberry varieties blended into a light vanilla base.
We like to think the Jimi Hendrix Experience would like this flavor when they got the munchies. Half-baked aronia berry brownies blended into a rich aronia berry ice cream.
Named for our favorite police officer, who insists we always be stocked with his favorite flavor, chocolate chip.
Our nod to the Fabulous Dolly Parton – super rich, super creamy, super high-octane coffee ice cream.
They’re a Rainbow
Respect Your Elders™
Officer Bob Special™
Nine to Five™
I Want Candy… With Chocolate™
Inspired by Farmer Bob’s and the Mother of All Anarchy’s three daughters, who from an early age created (and continue to create) a hurricane of anarchy wherever they go, Sisters of Anarchy Ice Cream grew out of a multi-generational tradition of – and love for – ice cream. We believe and accept that an interesting life, particularly one lived with three strong-willed and accomplished young women, encompasses a great deal of chaos. In other words, “Courage, and roll the dice.”
We could have named ourselves the Sisters of Perpetual Consistency, but that would be lame, and certainly untrue. Great women are not born for predictability—where is the fun in that? No, great women are born for greatness (duh), and we get up every morning and go to work with this thought uppermost in our minds.