Goose Island IPA


No preamble for this one.  Let’s just get straight on with it.  With beer this good there’s no time for pissing about…

Hoik off the cap, pour it out. Observe that topping of fluffy white head, check out the 15ish EBC golden colour.

Get down and dirty with that nose of yours, inhale deeply. What do you get? POW! Bright, bright hops: ozoney, bracing walks on deserted windswept beaches; tart lemon, comely sprigs of tarragon, the enticing pungent note of finest Dutch nederweit.  Heady stuff indeed.

Taking a sip brings a brief sweet ‘n’ dry malt distraction before 50 or so IBUs of bitterness mounts an assault on your senses; but this is just the warm-up act…after that a ton of hoppy sour-grapefruit rinds and crushed pine needles queue up to prickle and provoke the back and sides of your tongue.

After a short while the bitterness is back upon you and redoubles as you swallow. The aftertaste is bitter and citrus-piney and goading you to drink again and again.

Punk IPA is like this, but not as joined up. Goose Island IPA is modern classic.  Don’t buy it if you see it…actively seek it out and buy it.

Oh and everything…

I got my bottle – the empty of which I wept over as I put it in the recycling bin – for £1.80 from everyone’s favourite supermarket shysters: Sainsbury’s*.

(*I am expecting a letter from their solicitors soon.  But hey, Sainsbury’s, there’s only one thing worse than being talked about and that’s not being talked about.  There…does that help?)

Home Brewed Chinarillo IPA Update (Refractometer readings)

Cast your mind a couple of few posts back…remember I brewed this up:

Well it’s been sat in the fermenter for seven days days now, so I thought it’s be time to give it the old gravity check and dry hop routine.  Taking off the airlock let out a good aroma of hops, and quite a strong yeasty smell.  I hope to lose one when I keg, and keep the other…guess which?

A sterilised pipette full of wort was dripped carefully onto the refractometer and I had a squint through the eyepiece.  1024.  That doesn’t sound too good, does it?  But due to the alcohol content in the beer the figures get all screwed up.  Cue Sean Terrill’s excellent spreadsheet:

Sean is an uber-god when it comes to brewing science, and his spreadsheet lets you just plug in the Brix measurement (look it up, I haven’t got the inclination to explain, and probably couldn’t adequately) from before fermentation and then after; the spreadsheet then works out the finishing gravity (FG) from these two figures, plus also giving you figures for apparent attenuation and all that good stuff and adjusts for the alcohol content.


So it looks like I’m pretty much there fermentation-wise with an FG of somewhere around 1008 and an ABV of somewhere around 6.5% happy days indeed.

Before screwing the lid back onto the ferementer I tossed in 25g of Amarillo, which should push the hoppiness along quite nicely.  It’s going to sit there for another seven days, after which it’ll be going into the keg.  I may fine it (depending on how cloudy it’s looking) as it goes into the corny.  We’ll see.

20130617_202653I spy with my little eye…a 6.5% IPA

Get yourself a refractometer, you waste sooo little beer compared to a trial jar and hydrometer

Brewdog: Dead Pony Club


Brewdog don’t muck about, do they?  We all know they’re past masters of the humulone cone and the harnessing of it’s magic, but with this Jekyll and Hyde beer they’ve woven an extra-weird spell and left me with a bit of a conundrum…

Crack the top off of the bottle to be assailed by possibly the best and strongest aroma from a beer you’ll ever come across: lychee, kiwi fruit, gooseberry, bitter lemon zest. Beautiful.  How they manage to get this much aroma into a beer is beyond me. If you’re a home brewer, your only goal in life is to get this much aroma into one of your beers.  It’s staggering.  As I write this the glass is 18 to 24 inches away from me and I can still clearly smell it!

(Hours later I had a little bit repeat on me, and IT STILL TASTED AND SMELT OF THIS HOP AROMA!)

All I can suggest is that aroma this big must involve some extraordinary hop rocket technology and literally dustbins full of dry hops.

As you lift the glass to your mouth and admire the old gold yellow, your nostrils are assaulted once again by this wonderful aroma…meaning that the taste has quite a hard act to follow…which it manages to…sort of…but not in any way, shape or form that you’d expect.

First of all there’s a taste of nothing, just a sort of seltzery mouth-feel and a short pregnant pause while your brain says: “come on then, where is it?” (I guess this is the space that a higher dose of alcohol and bigger malt bill would fill?)

Then all at once, your tongue is enveloped by a full-on bitterness that seems to touch every taste bud.  This just goes on and on until, after another short while, the hops sort of sidle in and throw a huge blanket of dankness across your palate: think ferns in pine forests, odd echoes of pale summer fruit and an extraordinary accompanying dryness; which I believe is due to a fine mix of carefully chosen hops and a strain of ale yeast (Californian, I’m guessing by the style?, it’s certainly not like any of the other Brewdog yeasts I’ve picked up on)

During all this, the bitterness is still running headlong hand in hand with that dryness…even the aftertaste persists as dry, dank and unusually long-lasting.

I’m not really sure what to make of this beer; on the one hand it’s a tour de force in hopping, but on the other hand it all seems a bit out of whack…you know almost coquettish? One sniff and it’s all like: “oh yeah I’m all juicy fruits and hops like a craft IPA“, then you taste it and it’s a completely different kettle of fish; instead of the expected IPA hoppiness you get serious dry dankness.

All I can say is get a bottle and see what you think.  I’m so firmly on the fence I simply couldn’t say…all this mystery, complexity and frankly, weirdness, in a 3.8% beer is quite beyond my ken.

It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s more that I don’t think I understand it.  Save one for those days when you need a beer you have to think about…I’m sure the Brewdog folks understand it perfectly, though…

I got my bottle from Sainsbury’s (again) but, you know, every little helps…oh, hold on.  That’s the other one, isn’t it?  It was £1.80 a pop which, I suppose, is reasonable.

Hook Norton: Flagship

flagshipAs far as stirring sea battles go, you can’t beat Trafalgar…and as far as beers celebrating this particular British naval victory go, you can’t beat Hook Norton Brewery’s Flagship.

Hook Norton is only about five or six miles away from where I live and I’ve had the pleasure of visiting the -still family owned- brewery on a couple of occasions. It appears lost in time, and retains so many original features that are still in daily use. If you’re ever up this way it’s well worth a visit.

Anyway, on with the review and accompanying naval analogy that I’m literally going to stretch to breaking point (you have been warned)

Flagship pours with a lovely polished brass binnacle colour, a hearty but steady-as-she-goes bottle-conditioned effervescence bears aloft a stable head the colour of a Napoleonic flag of surrender.

Admiral hops contribute to a subtle hoppy aroma that could almost be that of Nelson Sauvin (and I’m not just saying that for the sake of the Nelson reference!) crisp white wine, lemon and pine feature strongly.

The first taste was a broadside of extraordinarily clean bitterness, which blasted across the poop deck to leave a satisfying, and not at all cloying, malty character and a tot of alcoholic warmth; all of which quickly dissipated at the swallow to leave a really fresh bittersweet citrus dose of grapeshot hops to the back of the tongue.

This is a really great English style IPA, with just the faintest influence of the American style craft IPA.

At 5.5% it’s a bit of a dreadnought, but it’s so well crafted that you’ll barely notice the strength – until you’ve had three, after which you’ll be pitching, rolling before eventually finding yourself wallowing in the troughs.

Buy some if you see it; take it out on a boat, don an admiral’s hat and eye-patch if you must, but definitely try it.

You won’t regret it.

My wife bought this for me, from somewhere…probably the co-ey, as she goes past there on the way home.  She did tell me that it was about £1.95 or something.  Which I think represents excellent value.