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Red Rice Lager/Münchner Wies’n
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Tag Archives: Weyermann
Rauch-Hell
If there’s anything that smells better than Rauchbier wort, I don’t want to know what it is.
I know I say that about a number of different worts, but this time I mean it.
tasting notes: Schäferpils Zwei
A sunny tulip of this German-style pilsner on a recent late winter afternoon: Continue reading
brew day: Cerny 13°
Between propagation and family get-togethers, this batch has been a long time coming. I enjoyed the numbered digressions so much last time, I’m going to indulge in it again. Sorry. Continue reading
brew day: Schäferpils Zwei
Partly because I’m a sentimental git, but mostly (I tell myself) because the selected Czech strain was still a couple propagations away from prime time, and also because there was a raging pitch of 2042 just sitting there with a gleam in its collective eye, this – and not the forthcoming Czech dark lager – was the first batch with Brew Dog 2.0.
It’s a revisit to, and slight revision of, the first recipe brewed in the absence of Brew Dog 1.0: a straight-up north German-style Pils with a blend of noble hops. Continue reading
study in blonde
On the left, Helles (90% Pils, 6% Bohemian dark, 4% Carafoam – multi-temp step mash); on the right, Czech pils (97.5% Pils, 2.5% Acid malt – triple decoction).
TMBR: Quotidian Pale Ale
The followup, the payoff. Tasting notes above, recipe below, pints all around. Continue reading
Weiße 4.1
I really wanted a half-liter of Hefeweizen the other night … but it’s not quite carbed. Here’s the recipe from the aforementioned brew day followed by some preliminary, unofficial tasting notes: Continue reading
[clever play on words “Berliner” and/or “Weisse” goes here]
Partly by reader request but mostly because it’s time: Berliner Weisse.
Tiny grain bill, no boil … this is easier than extract brewing! I should brew Berliner Weisse all the time. Continue reading
Sweeney Astray Irish Red Lager
Citizens, I’ve had pints (many pints, if we’re being honest) of Caffrey’s and Smithwick’s in front of peaty turf fires an empty pint glass’s throw from the north Atlantic, but this is not going to be about peaty turf fires and Caffrey’s and Smithwick’s and throwing pint glasses. Mostly. Continue reading
the beer engine 