Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Hitting the Sweet Spot

Well, so much for micro blogging July eh? Turns out the Blogger mobile app is a pile of dogshit and every post I attempted got hung up in the publishing process. Anyway, Mrs V, myself, and the twins are back from our month long sojourn to Scotland, so I have access to regular Blogger again - 2 step authentication is great, if your mobile phone actually gets text messages abroad.

One of aims while home in the Highlands was to stick as much as possible to local beer, and if that failed then to at least drink Scottish brews. The very, very, very minor midge in that ointment, was that my thinking ahead parents got me in some Timothy Taylor Landlord a couple of days before we arrived. One of my rules in life is to never say no to Landlord, and after 20ish hours of travelling, they went down superbly well.

Don't worry, I am not going to give you a blow by blow list of tasting notes of the various beers I enjoyed, and didn't, in my month back. One thing though that I did notice, and this may say more about me than it does Scottish brewing, but there seemed to be a sweet spot in terms of ABV and insanely wonderful drinking, somewhere in the range of 3.5-3.8% to be honest.

That range of alcohol seems tiddly when compared to the average craft beer being made in many a brewery in Virginia, 6.5% is pretty much the norm. Thankfully though I tend not to think of strength as a flavour or pre-cursor to my enjoyment, many of the worst beers I have ever drunk have been in that average craft beer range. Perhaps then it is a case that British brewers are just phenomenal at producing flavourful beer without boatloads of malt and the requisite hopping to avoid drinking syrup.

The highlights of drinking in this sweet spot were:

The beers listed are sold as an Edinburgh pale ale, session IPA, session blonde, and session pale ale respectively, so sessionability is a key part of the appeal, and there is not one of them I wouldn't happily spend the night on the sesh devoted to. Of the 4 only Inveralmond's frankly divine EPA doesn't focus on New World hops, if anyone ever slags off Goldings or Styrian Goldings then force this down their neck and watch them come to the light of truth.


When I finally get back round to having a pint now that the travelling is all but done, I am actually mildly concerned that nothing at the various brewpubs and bars I frequent will have the same appeal. I know that I will spend some time brewing variations on this theme, so I am not utterly bereft, but the absence of proper session beer in the US craft scene genuinely saddens me.


When I think of Lew Bryson's definition of a session beer topping out at 4.5% and that so many brewers sell "session" beers that go well north of that, I am forced to come to the conclusion that despite various well known outliers, session beer is unlikely to be a regular part of the craft beer scene. Whether that is a result of brewers being unwilling to make beers that are genuinely session strength or that a very vocal minority of drinkers advocate for the big, or unusual, stuff to the detriment of all else, I am not sure.


Thank goodness then for the homebrew store...

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Micro Blogging July

We arrived in the north of Scotland last night, via DC, Reykjavik, and Glasgow. Nearly a full day of travelling, we were knackered, and I was having a mild panic as I couldn't find my phone and losing it  would mean a serious amount of hassle.

Thankfully the phone was just in a different bag than I thought. I don't have reliable roaming this far north and I have 2 step authentication on all my Google accounts when logging in from a PC, hence I am declaring July to be the Fuggled Micro Blogging Month. I will use the Blogger app on my phone to write quick thought blogs and tasting notes, tapping away on the phone keyboard is a pain, especially as fat fingers is a reality.

Things with an off license close early this far north, so having whetted my whistle with a couple of Landlords over dinner I fancied another beer. At that point my mother mentioned that they had "a pudding beer from Christmas" in their cellar that turned out to be Wells Sticky Toffee Pudding Ale, any port in a storm and all that jazz.

A timely reminder of why beers that say "flavoured with" are usually off limits to my world. God what awful swill. The "natural" toffee flavouring  had a taste that as it warmed reminded me of nail polish. Flabby in the finish would be an overstatement, think Austin Power's Fat Bastard post weight loss, yeah, gross eh?

Will not be buying this at World Market when we get to Virginia, that's for sure.

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