This article outlines why I’ve started picking a style to brew and trying to make it well. That brewer got way more experimental than I ever have but still, I’m hopeful that this consistency will not only yield better beers, but a better brewer.
It has been brought to my attention that some readers may be new to this blog. That makes sense-I’ve been doing this since 2008 and every so often, it is good to provide a little refresher.
Let me start with; hello! Thanks for coming by. Please allow me tell you about what I’m doing over a Fort George ‘From Astoria With Love’ Russian imperial stout. This puppy is faint of nose, mild of midrange and brings the coffee in hard on the finish.
I’m not going to lie to you: there isn’t much more too it than that. That isn’t a bad thing, oh no. Not at all. You’ve got a strong, flavorful, straightforward beer. The flavor profile is the profile; coffee and roast.
You either want that or you don’t. Me? I’m good with this.
This blog is about the beer I make and the beer I drink, posting M-W-F (usually). On Mondays, I usually go out and sit somewhere with a beer and talk about whatever is on my mind. I do my best to make those posts a little more accessible, as these are the ones my Mom will often read and she doesn’t care about beer. (Hi, Mom!)
I also have a second blog, where I talk about playing Magic, the Gathering and other games, if that’s the sort of thing that interests you, with posts T-Th (usually). I even have a Twitter, though I’m infrequent.
The Second Pint project, referenced in the title, was started around November, 2016. Every week, my intention is to donate what would have been my second beer to a worthy cause and bring that cause to the attention of my readers. Maybe you want to donate too, maybe you don’t: That’s OK. I just want to contribute to a better world in the face of something very frightening and do so publicly, so that other people might feel encouraged to contribute as well, in whatever manner they feel capable.
And that’s the big picture version. Thanks for coming by.
Today’s Second Pint goes to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
I enjoyed this article from Eater on women in the brewing industry, perspectives on marketing, and general visibility in the scene.
Alesong‘s “Here Comes The Sun” dry hopped Bier de Mars with citrus and spices was my pick, based on the advice from the bartender. Sometimes I have to do that: ask for ideas or help or recommendations. There’s too much information and I can only sort through so much of it.
I’m not picking up much nose on this one and I’m unsure if it’s because this beer doesn’t have much scent coming off of it, or because it’s offering things that I’m not sensitive to. I try again and get something a little musty, farmhousey and then faintly tart, an undertow and for a moment I’m worried that I’ve gotten something sour and sour things don’t treat my stomach very well.
But it isn’t. A little spicy, a little dry, it’s got a really tactile finish, forcing me to ripple my tongue to the roof of my mouth so I can get enough spit around to moisten everything again.
I’m not sure it’s for me. I am positive that this beer is for someone because I have friends who like this flavor profile. It’s possible that if I was drinking this beer in July, I might have a more positive reaction to it.
As it stands, I’m not there.
Which is OK; I asked for a suggestion and I got one. Sometimes, you have to adventure out into the unknown.
Today’s second pint goes to Campaign Zero.
With Modern Times moving into the Portland market, now is an opportune moment for me to talk about their beer again. Previously I only found their stuff in Washington and I liked it a bunch, so I’m excited to give a different style a review.
The nose is funkalicious. Straw and dirt and outdoors.
The rest is also quite accomplished. The can says ‘rustic’ on it and that’s not a bad inclusion from the marketing folks.
Visually, it’s WHOA clear. I’d mistake it for a pilsner just by looking at it. Well done, there.
The beer itself is pleasantly chewy; there’s some sweetness in the middle but it isn’t overwhelming at all. It’s grainy, this mouthfeel: there’s a little weight to this saison that provides some nice body to it. The finish is dry and a little spicy, like pepper maybe?
I like it. I like it a bunch: it’s easy drinking despite having so many flavors going on and has a lot of “let’s drink this in the shade when it’s hot” vibe.
If there’s a drawback, I don’t see this pairing with a lot of food. Maybe a bread, cheese, and olive picnic? It’s just fine on its own, though.
This is a very cool article on a yeast being used in Norway which is just now being catalogued and shared among the brewing scientists.
I think that when stuff like this comes up and can be not only preserved but shared, that’s awesome.
Today: Block 15’s Sticky Hands Brewer’s Cut.
The nose doesn’t give much away, being dankish, marijuana tilted, but not overwhelming at all…
But the finish lays it all out there. It feels like I’m running a small metal screen over my tongue and there isn’t anything to weight the front end to protect my tongue from such a grating.
Is it bad? No. Instead, this is a beer that is telling me what it is-five hops are listed as part of the profile, and the ABV at 8.1% isn’t suggesting an imperial style- and fulfilling it. Instead, that’s me, hoping that it will be balanced.
Do I want another? No. Do I have regrets? No, not in this instance.
I can accept this choice because the consequences of this beer will last about thirty minutes.
It’s not like I projected my hopes onto a person, who was serially lying and promoting terrifying ideologies to any and everyone in the hopes that he could be a leader. Like I am having to make a decision that I will have to live with for years. Thirty minutes is not a very long, nor difficult time, to have to endure almost any bad decision.
I’ve just come from dinner with a friend and despite our best efforts to talk about games, movies, TV, books, comics…politics filtered in. Which is why I’m thinking about these decisions right now.
I’m starting to think that almost nobody actually likes politics. We have lives and issues to try and wrangle on our own without having to worry about politics. That’s why we farm that work out. Yet, it is becoming increasingly clear that the inter connective qualities of the world matter and…it’s tiring.
One of the reasons I think Americans are so angry is that we have to deal with this bullshit, shit that we entrusted other people to manage with dignity and our best interests as citizens…but the overwhelming evidence that money pulls those strings harder than votes do, so it’s time to cut those strings, that we have to do that work (again, in some respects), pisses us off. Makes it harder to listen to people…hell, anger makes damn near everything harder.
Today’s Second Pint goes to Freepress.