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A thin slice of liquid bread

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I'm all for breweries giving us classic European styles, but there's something wrong about putting them all in 440ml cans. The presentation of Hope's Limited Edition 32: Belgian Dubbel reminds me a bit of when The Porterhouse in Temple Bar first got Westmalle Dubbel on draught and, presumably knowing no better, was serving it by the pint.

At 7.5% ABV this is slightly stronger than the Belgian originator, and it looks a little paler too, a cherrywood red rather than brown. The aroma doesn't give much away, merely hinting at damson and tea brack, and certainly not smelling like all of its strength. The texture is similarly light, and it could easily pass for a percentage point, or even two, lower than it is. Hope is good at giving us statistics (24 IBUs, 30 EBC) though the one I would be interested in for this is the original gravity. For all the strength, it's quite thin bodied and lacks malt richness. I wonder if that was intended. It's left to the Belgian yeast strain to do all the heavy lifting, bringing the brambly fruit and peppery spice without the accompanying smooth cakey richness which, I think, dubbel ought to have, though I guess breweries these days tend to save that for their quadruples.

In general, this is fine, but where it's sharing shelf space with actually Belgian dubbel, I would be inclined to pick one of them first. Even when it comes in a tiddly 330ml bottle, that gives a rounder, fuller and more enjoyable drinking experience. This one might work by the pint, however.

Beer 2, oxygen 0

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The prologue to today's beers is that they were both recalled from the market. A problem with the can seamer meant that not all of them were properly sealed, running the risk of oxidation. Craft Central were kind enough to refund me the cost of the beers and I checked with the brewery, Lineman, if it was OK to review them, since I couldn't detect any flaws. Mark showed me how to spot the defective cans and I'm confident that neither of these were affected by the issue.

We begin with a pilsner called Can You See Me? I guess it's one of those modern takes on it, using modern hop varieties Motueka and Hallertau Blanc, in such a way as to accentuate their fruity sides. It's very slightly hazy as well. Nevertheless, it still looks like proper pilsner, especially the tall crown of white foam. Hallertau Blanc's white grape effect is front and centre in the aroma, fresh and succulent, with the toasty fruitiness of Prosecco. The texture is light, reflecting the mere 4.4% ABV. The sweetness of the hops wouldn't sit well with a sweet malt body, so it's just as well that it's crisp and quite dry. Lightly browned toast features in the flavour, where the hopping is dialled back to allow that refreshing cleanness to sparkle. Just when I thought the Motueka had been drowned out, I got a pinch of eucalyptus and aniseed right in the finish, bringing a bittering complexity which contrasts nicely with the juicy grape. This is very well put together, offering summery, thirst-quenching, accessible lager vibes, with plenty for the chin stroking connoisseur to discover and enjoy as well. Chapeau.

On then to the double IPA, Machine Soul. They've upped the ante on most Irish examples, at 8.6% ABV. It's medium-pale -- mostly yellow with a bit of orange -- and its hops are Citra, Simcoe and newbie Luminosa, seemingly not trusted to carry the beer without support from the established varieties. It smells heavily dank, and also a bit leafy, an effect I've come to associate with the tail end of a keg, where all the bits end up in your glass. Unsurprisingly it's heavily textured, very much a sipper not a slurper. And the hops help with that too: there's a strongly resinous and bitter side, palate-coating and a little too warm for comfort, and then what may have been intended as juice but is more concentrated and cordial-like. Assuming the intent was to create a punchy, full-spectrum hop powerhouse, then it succeeds, and I'm sure there are people who want this kind of beer even though it hasn't been 2010 for a while now. While I found it technically perfect, it's a little too loud and brash for my palate. The pilsner is more my pace.

It's sad to think of either beer being wasted, but Lineman's commitment to quality has always been impeccable and I completely understand why it has been done. That I got two freebie cans out of it is some comfort at least.

Early hop shoots

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As we head into the third month of 2024 we see a resurgence of new beers from Ireland's breweries. Today I'm looking at an assortment from the hoppy side of the house.

We'll start without the alcohol, or almost without, and Brewers At Play 37 from Kinnegar, a variant on its Low Tide super-low-alcohol session IPA. Like that one, it's just 1% ABV and hazy yellow in colour. The aroma is nicely hop forward, balanced well between peachy juice and a spark of citrus. It's definitely a beer, not an ersatz substitute, but is a tad watery: you would immediately know that the ABV isn't the full shilling, I think. There's also the grittiness and metallic twang often found in very low-alcohol beers. Other than that, the taste is good: zesty lemon chased by a cheeky resinous dank, and while the finish is indecently quick, there's a lingering aftertaste of lime rind. It does the job. I wouldn't swap it in for a stronger IPA if that's what I was in the mood for, but when that's not an option I would fairly happily drink this instead.

Even casual readers of this blog are probably familiar with the prolific DOT Brew by now. It's best known for its highly involved barrel-aged blends, about which more later this week, but they do straight-up hoppy things too. This one is called Let Loose, a pale ale. Although oats are listed on the ingredients it's only very slightly hazy, and is otherwise a medium golden-amber. I guess they're there to boost the texture since it's only 4.2% ABV, and it works! It's light, but with enough body to give the hop flavour a proper beginning, middle and end. We're not told what they are, but I'm guessing something classically new-world. There's a broad mélange of soft peach and mango with a bitter mineral edge suggesting dried lemon or grapefruit peel. None if it is especially loud, but it's an excellent undemanding thirst-quencher. I don't usually pay much attention to what breweries write about their beers, but the description here says "Simply, an easy drinking all round bright pale ale." Couldn't have said it better myself.

Trouble's contribution to this first round-up of 2024 is, perhaps appropriately, called New Me. It's a pale ale of 4.7% ABV and references New Zealand on the badge, so presumably utilises hops from down there. Presenting clear and golden, there's not much aroma, and the flavour too is reticent, requiring a few mouthfuls before the character emerges. That character is bitterness: the grassy sort which shows the noble German heritage of many a Kiwi hop variety. There are some mild tropical overtones, suggesting that Nelson Sauvin or something similar has been added to the mix. Still, everything is on the down-low and there isn't really a whole lot to explore. When the fizz has subsided a little, you're left with an unchallenging and quaffable refresher, much like the beer above.

Hopsicle is a new beer brand to me. It's an all-Cork collaboration project between Bierhaus and Fionnbarr's, although the beer is brewed in the Real Capital: Dublin. I missed the first iteration of the puntastic Haus of Fionn, but here's Haus of Fionn 2.0. It's still a Nelson Sauvin pale ale of 4.9% ABV but now there's extra oats. I have never dinged a beer for not enough oats. It's thick, it's sharp, it's tangy. There's just about a sufficient amount of Nelson's citrus-rind-in-a-petroleum-refinery, but it's not one of those beers to give Nelson fans that big hit they crave. As a middling pintable Irish pub beer, however, it's excellent: this is a noble example of pubs who care about their beer offer taking steps to ensure what they have is good. File this with the contemporary greats like Scraggy and Ambush. Put it on tap everywhere. Teach the masses.

It was a very pleasant surprise to see a new beer from Farringtons, the Kildare restaurant-brewery not being a place from which I expected to see a high turnover of cans. But here we are and the new one is called The Long Road. It's an IPA at 5.9% ABV and they've gone full American with Citra, Simcoe and Mosaic. The harsher side of all of those is what the flavour is about: Mosaic's softer melon and mango is quickly buried by Citra's grapefruit and lime. Couple that with a rasp of dry toast and you have the gist of it. Fans of the west coast revival will enjoy the clean bitterness and a boozy punch that's all California and no Kildare. Don't expect nuance beyond this, though. This is one of those commercial beers that's worthy of a homebrew competition medal: hitting the style right at the point where they also mean it's a good beer. IPA is not quite over yet.

Nothing will date things to the mid-2020s, in the most cringe-inducing way, than bad AI-generated artwork. Even an ephemeral trade like limited-edition beers would be better to avoid it, if only because it all gets documented here for the ages. And so I document Beam Me Up! from Third Barrel. The less said about the label the better. Don't look too closely. It's in the almost retro style of DDH IPA, 6.1% ABV and using brewery favourite Idaho 7. The haze isn't especially dense by the standards of these things, but it's attractive looking, a glowing sunset orange. The aroma is very distinctive, to the  point where I'd be telling you it's that rascal Nelson Sauvin at work if I didn't know what it was: an oily and slightly hot twang of kerosene and bay leaf. Uncompromising. The flavour which follows isn't as severe as I was expecting, nor is there a whole lot of heat. There's a slight raw hop-leaf bitterness and a much gentler zesty lemon and crunchy red cabbage. All tastes quite west-coast to me -- juice aficionados must needs look elsewhere. I liked the sheer boldness of it from the start, and when my palate had adjusted to it, I enjoyed the nuanced citrus and resin. Overall a very well put-together American-style IPA.

Hopfully continues the more serious strengths with 6.5% ABV Lazergun (pew! pew!), a single hop Azacca IPA. It's one of the hazy ones, showing an opaque hazy orange in the glass. Azacca should be giving me a firework display of tropical candy hops but it's a bit muted here, the aroma being broadly sweet without anything specific. This is followed by a flavour which presents little up front, and only later on adds some concentrated mango and pineapple syrup, with a bonus lemon and lime zest. The latter adds a cleanness to a flavour profile in desperate need of it. This isn't bright and sunny juice-powered beer, nor is it an astringent west-coaster. It doesn't quite fit into either, though there are elements of both. It's hop forward but the hops don't really lead us anywhere interesting. I suspect that the Azacca needs company, and if that's what the beer teaches us then that's good enough.

From one crowd of haze fanatics to another: here's Whiplash with Flat Beat, for all the 1990s glove puppet fanatics out there. This is another dense-looking orange one, the ABV at 6.8%. I expected fruit in spades from the hop combination of Hallertau Blanc, El Dorado and Amarillo, but the aroma is quite taciturn, offering only a minimalistic quantum of zest. The flavour is on the down-low as well, which is a surprise. I get a kind of herbal, savoury effect -- thyme and marjoram, perhaps -- and then a lightly pink bubblegum finish which I suppose counts as fruity, but not in any fresh or happy-hop way. That's set on a mostly fuzzy but also slightly gritty base, which ends up being the main feature in the absence of anything more prominent. Seriously: where are have the hops all gone? It's not unpleasant, and I could drink it, but it's very characterless, in a white-bread and steamed potato sort of way. Flat in name and flat in flavour, this is quite a distance below the usual Whiplash standard.

It's customary to finish on a double IPA from O Brother, and this time it's Humans Are People Too, launched last Thursday in UnderDog. It's a big one at 8.3% ABV and very dense: sandstorm-opaque and with a substantial heat. The haze can unfortunately be tasted, adding a dry, powdery grit which is far from enjoyable. The hops are the beer's good side, tasting exceedingly bright and fresh under the murk. A sharp, west-coastish, grapefruit tang arrives on the palate first, followed by a gentler and longer-finishing apricot sweetness. It's big enough and bold enough that the regrettable heat and grit don't spoil it. I think de-hazing would be an improvement, however.

And so 2024 in Irish Beer is well under way now.

Go fish

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Lough Gill features regularly on these pages. It's a brewery which turns out a lot of product, and one which appears to have an eye on the US as its target market. As such, it tends to go big: high-strength IPAs, barrel-aged imperial stouts and smoothie-like "pastry sours" feature prominently. Today, however, it's a change of tack, with two rather more sessionable beers, both appearing on draught at UnderDog recently.

The first is Horizon, a pale ale at 4.7% ABV. It looks like the straightforward proposition it is: a mostly-clear pale amber with only the slightest cast of haze. They describe it as a "California IPA" without elaborating on what they mean by that. One might be expecting piney hops in the west coast style but it goes for gentler peach and melon instead, suggesting to me that Mosaic or its ilk have been employed. The texture is as light as the sessionable ABV suggests but comes with a heavy dose of fizz which I found slowed my drinking down. This is simple and decent stuff, and will hopefully find its way to being a permanent offering in places that don't already have the likes of Little Fawn, Ambush or Scraggy Bay on tap.

I neglected to take a photo of the other beer, which is a shame because it looked well in the Lough Gill Willibecher pint glass. Black Wave is a stout, nitrogenated and 4.2% ABV so very much made for pub drinking, and as far as I know that's the only way it's available. It performs the task well, without doing anything too unusual, for good or ill. For the most part the flavour is dry with a medium level of roast, enough to satisfy a regular drinker of such stouts without causing problems for those that are wary of it. There's a countermelody of milk chocolate which gives it a character of its own, and then a herbal echo, suggesting spearmint freshness to me. That sounds odd but it fits the rest of the profile seamlessly and is barely noticeable unless you look for it. I would say that getting a beer like this into pubs is a very hard sell and I wish the brewery luck with it.

This new turn towards more accessible beers is a welcome one, so long as it doesn't interfere with the regular production of fancy cans. Either or both of the above would be a welcome addition to the line-up in a pub seeking to give mainstream drinkers quality options from a small independent Irish brewery.

UnorthoDOTs

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2024 for DOT Brew's beers began with a tap takeover at UnderDog and three brand new offerings. 

A bold move to start: Micro Oak Fruit Thingy, reflecting the brewery's commitment to established beer styles and the perfection thereof. It's 2.4% ABV, which is brave, but suffers from no thinness, the sweet fruit refusing to ferment and giving it the necessary body. I thought I detected favourite DOT ingredient verjus at work here: that tangy lime-esque sourness, but Shane says it's too expensive, so instead it's simply grapes, hitting against whatever sour culture they've used. I got a hint of pink flavour too: spotting the raspberry and not being surprised to learn that there's strawberry too, and then and happy tannic dryness on the finish. That makes it deliciously drinkable and refreshing, aided by a light and almost cask-like sparkle. I spent a lot of time drinking and exploring a pint of it when really it's built for quaffing. We're off to a good start.

The next one is a base blend of pale lager and a light sour beer which is then aged in former white port barrels, and badged as BA White Port Blend when it comes out. The base is quite immaterial as the barrels are firmly in control of the taste, adding lots of smooth, old oak and the good kind of oxidation you get in white port and pale sherry. It's all a bit much at first, accentuated by the substantial 6.6% ABV. White port is an excellent aperitif but I would be inclined to save this beer for dessert. There's a little bonus sweetness in the finish with the arrival of concentrated red grape, more ruby port than white. Either way, I think you absolutely need to be a fan of port before considering this beer. I am, and rather enjoyed it as a result.

The next one is extreme even by DOT's regularly way-out standards. Almost all of The Chairman's Cut has been exported to Italy, saving the one 20 litre keg tapped up in UnderDog. The headline feature is that it's a 22% ABV barley wine so was being served in very small snifters. It's a murky russet colour and that alcohol is extremely apparent from the aroma, where I could almost feel my nose hairs singe on sniffing it. Among the barrels used for ageing it was peated whiskey, and for me that absolutely dominated proceedings. It smelled of real fried bacon and tasted of bacon flavouring at a remove, most specifically of Bacon Fries corn snacks, with the same sort of dry wheatiness underlying the savoury, meaty foretaste. The booze isn't as prominent as I had expected from the aroma and I class the whole thing as smooth, warm and mature rather than rough or hot. The small measure was plenty, however: the density and the intense peat suggest that it could gum up the palate very quickly. Fun for one, but not something I need to see in regular production.

So DOT is still doing things the uniquely DOT way. Expect more of the unusual, as usual.

Pick and Mikks

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It's a source of some bemusement to me how the breweries and beer brands which were bold and exciting, (if never actually revolutionary) a decade and more ago have become part of the mainstream, when they survived. I barely notice the wares from BrewDog, Stone and Mikkeller in the off licence fridges now. I see it as broadly a positive thing that they became so commonplace; that flavour-first beer is now easily available. It's just, as I say, bemusing that any sense of thrill or intrigue is completely gone. In fact, it was not boldness but the charming retro packaging of these two lagers that caught my attention. I have never liked the Keith Shore artwork for Mikkeller and here it's minimised, giving prominence instead to stolid, commonsense, pastiche Victoriana. You know where you are with a roundel.

Ice Cold Pilsner is where we start, the name and 4.5% ABV suggesting something pale, clear and possibly passed through a Clydesdale. In fact it's very hazy, dark yellow under a rocky head resulting from some messily overenthusiastic carbonation. The aroma isn't classic pils either, being lemony in a very New World way. The fizz had settled by the time I took my first sip, so while it does have a busy prickle, it's not at the expense of the flavour. There's a certain amount of the noble-hop grassy bitterness that pilsner is supposed to have, but it's an easily-missed background element, behind a citrus kick that's by turns sweet (Club Orange; Orangina) and sharp (thick-shred marmalade; Angostura Bitters). It's a bright and jolly affair, and has enough of the pilsner character about it that I can forgive its meanderings. It did leave me wanting the crystal-clear pilsner I had been expecting, however.

Ice Cold seems to come twinned with a Vienna lager, 5.6% ABV, which has similar branding. And a similar name too: Iskold. It's a bit muddy looking in the glass: red like Vienna lager should be, but the murk is not a good fit. The crisper and roastier side of the style spectrum is well represented here: lots of wholegrain toast and crisp malt kernels. The high gravity makes its mark with a thick and treacly body, and that's balanced against a very vegetal tang of tender green cabbage and cool celery: noble hops at their subtle best. Like the beer above, it's nice, but doesn't have the style points quite where they should be. The best Vienna lagers have a cleanness and a precision which this, presumably, Belgian-brewed craft take doesn't show. A polite round of applause and, while I wish it success, I hope it doesn't become anyone's idea of what Vienna lager should be.

For dessert, a taster courtesy of Simon, voted Most Likely To Have A Bottle of Imperial Stout To Share by the barflies in UnderDog. It's called Vanilla Shake and is bourbon barrel-aged. Other Mikkeller Vanilla Shakes may exist; I don't keep track. It's a strange mix of sweet and dry: a powerful 13.4% ABV and heavily laden with milk chocolate, the effect doubtless accentuated by whatever vanilla extract they've added. And then the barrel kicks in. If it adds yet more vanilla, that gets lost in the general vanilla-y morass of the foretaste, but there's a sizeable dose of cork, port wine, and then a splintery dry-wood rasp. The two elements aren't complementary and neither is particularly enjoyable by itself. I daren't think what this costs to buy, but whatever they're asking isn't worth it.

Bemusement of a different kind, there. The hits keep coming at Mikkeller.

Wild journey

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Today's beer is a collaboration in the truest sense. It started life several years ago in Bagenalstown as O'Hara's Red Ale and was then shipped to Firestone Walker in California to be refermented in oak foeders with Brettanomyces and finished with late stage additions of thyme and honey. Then it came back across continental North America and the Atlantic Ocean, which I'd say makes some contribution to the €12 price tag on my 375ml bottle. It's called Fiáin.

The coppery colour of the base beer has survived everything it's been through, and the head stays put in a way that's unusual for wild fermented beer. It smells quite sharp, with the mild balsamic vinegar and tart cherry of a Flanders red ale. The texture is light, verging on thin, with little malt left behind by the Brett as it boosted the ABV to 6.5%. That's not a problem; it's not watery, and there's a pleasantly clean and refreshing sourness right at the front, not quite as full-on as with a geuze but subtly oaked in a similar way. That would be enough to make it a decent beer, but towards the end there's a bonus contribution of real thyme, still tasting bright and fresh after almost three years in the bottle. That flashes briefly, leaving the Brettanomyces to end proceedings with a peach or melon gumminess.

I don't know that it's a €12 beer exactly -- you can get 75cl bottles of beers as good and better for only a little extra -- but it's extremely well made, and has held up beautifully in its time abandoned on the shelves of the Mace on the South Circular Road. There's still some there if you want to try it.

A reawakening

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"Here at Galway Hooker, we are always innovating with new brews and new ideas." Well, no. Since the brewery became part of the Connacht Hospitality Group in 2022 they've stuck resolutely to their core range while furiously rebadging them as house beers for pubs around the country. But it looks like that might be changing, with two new special edition beers arriving last month.

Galway Girl is a bit of a route-one name for a beer from a Galway brewery, but maybe it'll help shift some units. It looks route-one too: a medium hazy orange, allowing a little more light through than the best of these do, suggesting it belongs with those examples made by breweries whose hearts aren't really in the style. Still, it smells bright, fresh and clean, of mandarin and satsuma. The flavour is not to style, and is delightful. Those fresh little orange citrus fellows are back, bringing a cleansing bitterness and a little resinous spice: not very east-coast but who cares? I got a tiny kick of dregginess in the finish, but it's barely noticeable, plus a not unwelcome spark of fried onion. The texture is light for 5.2% ABV, though not thin by any means. The brewery's ownership may have changed, but it seems they've kept the old Galway Hooker talent for balance and drinkability.

The companion piece is in a style much more to my taste: Baltic Porter. Wild Sea Swimmers is 7% ABV and does a reasonably good job of things, smelling bitter and herbal, all aniseed and warm red cabbage. I detected a very slight sourness too, but nothing off-putting. It unfolds in several different directions on tasting, incorporating soft and comforting cocoa, invigorating espresso, floral rosewater, treacle, toffee, cola and a greener vegetal bitterness than the aroma suggested. While it's as busy as it sounds, it's tasty too, the different aspects queuing politely and taking turns. I'm impressed by how close to continental Baltic porter it tastes, for a brewery that's never made one before. 

A sign of good things to come from the veteran Oranmore brewery. Shame about the 2007-vintage distressed lettering.

I'd rather dye

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Time was, we used to scoff at the green beer phenomenon that foreign types, Americans especially, seemed to indulge in on St Patrick's Day. You wouldn't get that sort of nonsense here, and especially not in the microbrewed sector. That came to an end about 15 years ago when Dublin's then top beer bar, the Bull & Castle, began squirting food colouring into half litre mugs of Blarney Blonde. These days, it seems that The White Hag have claimed the green beer genre to themselves, with a disturbing number of verdant novelties on their logs.

For 2024 it's The Serpent. We should give thanks that it's not one of their sticky syrupy jobs, even though it looks like one: a luminous, Fairy Liquid, shade of green. In fact it's a pretty simple pale ale of 4.5% ABV. Motueka and Nelson Sauvin hops have been used, and while they're not in there by the bucketload, there's enough to give the beer a distinctive background flavour of eucalyptus and pine. I don't know if this recipe exists without the colouring but it would be worth a go if not.

Here ends your special coverage of St Patrick's Day from Dublin. Nonsense of the regularly scheduled kind returns tomorrow.

Viennagain

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It felt like I had only just left Vienna, having last been a little over a year ago. The spring meeting of the European Beer Consumers Union had me back in early March, and it's just as well it's a city that keeps on giving, beerwise. I'll get to the new bars and breweries anon, but there was time at the beginning of the trip for a leisurely return to some old haunts.

Ubiquitous brewkit manufacturer Salm's city brewpub had been explored in 2011, when I found it no great shakes in the beer stakes. It was the first port of call, and it was interesting to see how little the beer menu has changed. Experimentation does not seem to be valued by the Good Bürghers of Salm. There was a seasonal, though: Osterbock, what with Easter only around the corner. Though a sizeable 6.5% ABV, it's as mediocre as most of their other beers. It's a pale and murky brown shade and for all that it's meant to be celebratory, tastes rather austere, of brown bread, black tea, and similar institutional flavours. There are noble hops, but they're twangy and acidic, not grassy or green. There aren't any off flavours or problems from the haze, though I count the rapid finish as a bit of a flaw. As it was my first beer I was looking for some welcoming complexity. Salm isn't the place to seek that.

The evening closed out at my Vienna regular, and a candidate venue for sprinkling my ashes in the drip trays: 7 Stern. Here, the beer list also changes little, yet amazingly there are regulars I haven't yet reviewed. 7 Stern Märzen is one of them. It's interesting in a nerdy way because the menu says it's a Dreher-inspired Vienna lager, and all good students of the infallible Beer Judge Certification Programme know that a beer cannot be both a Märzen and a Vienna lager. You would think the owners would know the basics after 30 years of brewing in central Vienna. It's Märzen strength at 5.1% ABV, but dark too, resembling the smoky Bamberg ones in appearance. To taste, though, it's definitely a Vienna lager, packed with crunchy bourbon biscuit made up of cocoa powder and brown sugar, then adding in the fresh and leafy effects of the hops, all raw spinach and lamb's lettuce. Frankly, whichever of the two styles you're after, it meets the requirements of both, and is just very good, thoroughly unfussy, high quality drinking. This was a proper welcome to the city.

With time for another, I was back on bock. I don't think I realised that 7 Stern Bock was a pale one when I ordered it, but I was concerned when that's what arrived. These are generally too hot and harsh for me. Thankfully, this one wasn't like that. Golden and hazy, the flavour centres on a fluffy, super-fresh baguette breadiness, leaving the hops to a mere seasoning of background lawn clippings. That escalates in the finish, becoming a hint of tin, but at no point did any aspect become problematic for my bock-sceptic palate. It's simple, but packed with class, covering a lot of the ground one might expect from a Helles. Bock purists may complain about its understatedness; it suited me down to the cellar, however.

My new brewpub for the weekend -- throw a stone in Vienna and you'll hit one -- was Beaver Brewing, a small and pleasant little L-shaped bar at a busy traffic intersection. It offered a solid cross-section of craftonian styles, meaning I began with...

... black IPA, of course. I'm guessing they're hinting at Irishness with the name, Wandering Aengus, and a high proportion of the flavour was given over to stout-like roast. But it was also hopped with Citra, Mosaic, Sabro and Simcoe, and those Americans weren't here to play. Simcoe in particular brought its dankly resinous charms to the affair, resulting in a very powerful hop bitterness, which was needed to balance the dark grain. I use the word "balance" loosely here: there was nothing subtle or nuanced about it, just big roast and loud hops roaring along together. I loved it.

As a comedown I went for the 3.7% ABV gose next, called Passion. You won't be surprised to learn it contains passionfruit, as everything must now, even in Austria. The most interesting thing about this one was the deep amber colour. Beyond that it's very basic, with a simple syrupy sweetness and loaded with the taste of passionfruit concentrate. Nether the sourness nor the briney salt of proper gose feature at all. It's not even particularly refreshing, though is drinkable and inoffensive. I'm sure there's a fanbase for beers like this. What else explains how many of them there are around?

We get some quality punnage with Ides of Märzen, and it's a quality beer. I think I detected an certain American influence here: it's dark-coloured and heavy, in the way that American breweries tend to think Oktoberfestbier ought to be. Thankfully it lacks the cloying sweetness of those ones and instead is quite dry and woody in the aroma, leading on to lots of out-of-character roast and a strong bitterness from the Germanic hops. By way of complexity, there's a soft and fun strawberry element as well. All of it blends together well, creating a very süffig lager, chewy and satisfying, punching above its weight at only 5.5% ABV.

I'm not sure if having west coast IPA on the menu should be considered retro or cutting edge, but they had one, and it was delicious. This is Sunny Day, which is a light and frothy name for a seriously dense and funky hop bomb. The hop roll call includes Centennial, Citra, Idaho 7, Mosaic and Sabro. The subtler tropical ones get completely drowned out leaving us with bags of damp pine and dank nuggs. The only thing I can ding it on is the strength, and it's not really a criticism to say that something which tastes like 7% ABV or more is a mere 5.8%. I guess that gives it a certain lightness of touch and makes it easier drinking than it would otherwise be. Whatever the details, this is west coast as it should be.

My one for the road here, perhaps appropriately, was Loneliest Monk. This is a tripel, 8.4% ABV and clear and amber, making it darker than I thought tripel should be. The sweet candy aroma is all that really tells you how strong it is; I didn't get any alcoholic burn on tasting. Instead it's clean and dry, and frankly a bit boring, in the way a powerhouse Belgian-style ale shouldn't be. Maybe this is what happens when central European precision gets its hands on the spec. There's a touch of clove but that's about as complex as it gets. It's good that they have a nightcap-appropriate strong beer on the menu, but I would have preferred a more interesting one.

In general, Beaver Brewing has some lovely stuff on offer and is well worth a visit if you're in the area.

From the small breweries to the very big one. Heineken owns the Schwechater brewery out near the airport. A foundation date of 1632 is one of its claims to fame (you can do your own research on that one), the other being that this was the workplace of Anton Dreher, the inventor of Vienna lager. They've even pasted his face on a grain silo -- quite the honour. Today it's spread across quite a low-density set of non-descript buildings, where there once stood maltings, a cooperage and all the other fun old-timey brewery stuff. There's a small public restaurant and beer garden on site too.

So proud of Dreher's achievements were his heirs that they ceased brewing Vienna lager for decades, only bringing it back in 2016 when they noticed that beer nerds were paying attention to the history and had money to spend. It was accordingly revived, and packaged in an admittedly beautiful long-neck green glass bottle.

For all that it's a meaningful beer, Schwechater Wiener Lager is still a Heineken beer, and as such doesn't taste of a whole lot. It's a lovely chestnut red colour, mind, yet not heavy or strongly malt sweet. Instead it's dry and very clean, with only a hint of roast and tangy metal in the finish. While I had a lot of time for its honest unfussiness, and would be perfectly happy to chomp through a few of those bottles of an evening, there are much better Vienna lagers even in Vienna. Heineken's belated attempt to reclaim the style as their own is a bit cheeky, and not terribly well served by the product.

Not all the green bottles are used for that beer. There's also a similarly anachronistic-looking Schwechater Zwickl. This is an especially hazy example, a foggy yellow shade, conjuring unpleasant dreggy images. Thankfully it tastes much cleaner than it looks, though also has lots of rough and rustic character: crisp grain husk and dry sackcloth. A rich golden syrup element makes me think of decoction-mashed Czech lager, and there's an understated but nonetheless present tang of noble hops. Obviously they're trying to conjure an old fashioned vibe with this one, and I think it's more successful, the beer tasting less processed and sterile.

Over at the restaurant, my lunch began with Hopfenperle, the brewery's draught-only flagship pils. It's no lightweight at 5% ABV, and uses that to show off a beautiful creamy texture of the sort I associate most with the sublime Herren Pils from Bamberg's Keesmann. The flavour broadly hits all the style points of pilsner, with a bit of grassy hop and lots of dry crispness. It does so without any real enthusiasm, however, being another beer where the result is doubtless precision engineered, but not to be interesting or exciting. I would describe it as "vanilla" if brewers who ought to know better weren't putting actual vanilla in their beers.

Heineken's Austrian footprint includes several other large breweries which they inexplicably haven't closed yet, grouped together under the Brau Union brand. One is Wieselburg, in the town of the same name. As well as Wieselburger beer, it also has several under the Kaiser brand, including the interesting looking Kaiser Doppelmalz. A tablemate helpfully explained how malzbier is the region's dark and alcohol-free unfermented "beer", so doppelmalz means you get a modest amount of alcohol -- 4.7% ABV -- even though two times zero is zero. This is indeed a dark red-brown and smells of both sweetness and roast, like molasses or treacle. While it's sweet to taste, it is a proper beer, and doesn't taste saturated in unfermented sugar. The burnt edge helps dry it out, and gives it a certain bitterness. This isn't too far away from the Munich Dunkel style, though it's missing that one's hop character. On a menu of bland industrial lagers, this stood out as the most characterful option available. I could drink several.

Another brewery in the chain is Puntigamer, and from the discarded cans in the bins on the packing line at Schwechater, they had recently finished canning a batch of it. I liked the stately blue branding and ordered a pint of it when I saw it on draught in Café Bendl, a gorgeously unspoiled brown basement bar where it looks like the last smoker only just left and there's a clear and present danger of one of the customers striking up an accordian. The beer is rather less charming. Almost a week later I don't really remember how it tasted, but my notebook claims it's "like vomiting candyfloss". So, sweet and acidic, then. I have also deemed it clean and inoffensive, so make of that what you will. I drank two of them so it couldn't have been that bad.

That's a cheery note to wrap things up on for today. We'll go back to the independent brewers next, with another ragtag assortment of solidly traditional lagers and the sort of pseudo-American craft beer you get everywhere. And most of that will come from the same enormous Vienna brewery.

Ott or not

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Yesterday we were looking at some of Vienna's many breweries and that's where we pick up today. I don't know if Ottakringer is the largest of them, but it certainly seems to be the most prolific of the large ones, with a sizeable range of beers. A visit was supposed to be on the cards for this trip but the scheduling didn't work out. I still got to drink quite a bit of their beer.

Ottakringer Helles and Wiener Lager are ubiquitous around the city, but are far from their only pale lager offerings. I was intrigued by Sechzehn, also known as XVI when not in the yoof-coded, graffiti-clad, 33cl bottle. The brewery says "this is the urban beer, perfect for after work parties, nights at the club or bar hopping... the unique spirit of city life... suitable for any outfit". From that, I can't tell if it's pitched at children or ladies, but either way, it's not me, and I'm certain it's not meant to be poured into a glass and sipped. Tiresome branding aside, it's a Helles of 4.9% ABV, and a very well made one. There are no distinguishing features -- neither hops nor malt are particularly loud. And yet it's not dull. The pristine cleanness and silky smooth texture are reward enough, and the quick dry finish makes it quite moreish. I wish something of this quality had been around back when I was swigging from longnecks with twist-off caps.

Clearly, identifying a market niche then formulating a lager to fit it is the Ottakringer strategy. We had a short talk from a brewery representative who introduced us to a brand new beer, one which won't be on general release until next month. It seems the flagship Helles, at 5.2% ABV, is too strong for many a drinker today, and they need something lighter in the portfolio. So they've created this one at the radically different ABV of 4.7% and given it the stirring name Ottakringer Lager. Wow-wee! It is very basic, though does taste of more than the above, piling in the spinach-like noble hops. While the flavour profile matches that of a decent pilsner, the texture is definitely thin. I'm sure they're aiming for it to be sessionable; to me it was just too watery. If Viennese drinkers prefer this to simply drinking 10% less of the Helles then they're being silly.

And for the hippies there's Pur Bio, the organic lager. For what are I'm sure good reasons, this looked much paler than the norm, and a beautifully limpid yellow colour. There's a pleasant grassiness in the aroma but otherwise it has little to say. Blandness is its personality, tasting of cream crackers and white bread. As is often the case with beers which wear their organic credentials up front, you have to enjoy it on that worthy level rather than for any sensory characteristics.

That muddy red job beside it is from Ottakringer's BrauWerk range. I'm told that this is a whole separate microbrewing kit situated within the main brewery, as every brewing giant seems to have these days, as if the size and inefficiency of small-batch brewing is an important thing for consumers. The beer is a session IPA named Big Easy. While it looks absolutely awful, the aroma brought a happy surprise of fresh and zesty citrus. A soft texture suggests that we're in the New England style zone, though the flavour has at least a modicum of bitterness: sherbet lemons and an orangeade tang. Only as it warms does the murk get shirty, imparting an unwelcome meaty savouriness. Overall, though, this has bags of character for only 4.3% ABV. Maybe there's something to the small-batch inefficiency after all. What else do they have?

High Five is an American-style pale ale of 5% ABV and a hazy golden hue. Again, the bitter side is dialled back allowing fruit and flowers to dominate. The aroma is fabulously colourful, presenting sprays of jasmine and honeysuckle. Its flavour is soft and slightly tropical, where I detected ripe melon and apricot. A twist of lemon rind is all that's needed to balance it at the finish. It's simple, straightforward and very classy. I have a strong appreciation of when big breweries, especially precision-oriented Germanic lager specialists, try their hands at New World ales. The results often show the best of both worlds, and this is definitely one of those. It would suck to be a genuinely small brewery trying to compete with this quality of pale ale.

Of course, any fool can brew a successful hopped-up pale ale; I know this because I've managed it myself. Something more ambitious follows: Red Impact, BrauWerk's take on Flanders red ale. It looks the part, a clear yet rich burgundy red, though the ABV seems a little overclocked at 7.5%. It all goes completely up the left with the flavour. Whoever was in charge of adding the essential bugs and wild yeast must have got cold feet about introducing them to a sterile Austrian brewing facility because there's no sourness here to speak of. Without that, it ends up tasting like old-fashioned hard candy: cola cubes and rhubarb-and-custards. There's a certain amount of summer fruit to it, but not the sharp cherry the style demands. An unpleasant plastic or wax aftertaste derives from who-knows-where, but nowhere nice. I wouldn't deem it nasty as such, overall, and a high proportion of my displeasure comes from the fact that I love Rodenbach and this tastes as far away from it as, well, Vienna is from Roeselare. Still, not a recommendation, unless you like your red ales big and sweet and sweaty, you pervert.

Topping off the BrauWerk selection, Black & Proud, a name I'm not entirely comfortable with for an Austrian beer. It's a porter, and a deep brown colour, rather than pure black. I guess it shoudn't have been surprising to have found common ground here with Baltic porter -- Ottakringer is very much a lager brewery, after all -- though this makes no claims to Balticness and is only 5.6% ABV. The aroma is highly herbal, with aniseed in the ascendant. The flavour goes full liquorice, with added dark rye bread and and darker chocolate. As such it's very serious and grown up, with not a trace of candy or cream. The carbonation is low, though I still wouldn't class it as easy drinking. It's very much a beer to take time over, and doing so was a very satisfying experience, even when the measure was a mere 33cl.

That's all from Ottakringer's take on craft beer and, Flanders red aside, they're a good bunch and a positive addition to the Viennese beer scene. For proper craft, Vienna has Brew Age, and my hosts told me it's one of the longest-established brewers of non-traditional beers in the area, beginning in 2014. I had been impressed by their filthy-looking but clean-tasting Alphatier IPA on my visit to the city last year, and on a late-night visit to the beer café Die Freunderlwirtschaft I got to see how they manage with oh-so-traditional Helles.

Brew Age Helles is pretty much on the money, with nothing either off or spectacular about it. The middle is all fresh and fluffy white bread, turning to drier waterbiscuit at the edges and seasoned with a touch of celery greenness from the hops. That's all fine and palateable, and the ABV is only 4.8%. The product development boffins at Ottakringer could learn a thing or two from it.

Perhaps the best place to sample Brew Age beers is at Actundzwanzig, a small bar which doesn't claim to be formally affiliated to the brewery but seems to serve its beer almost exclusively. My first here was Raging Heisl, a collaboration with the Bavarian brewer Yankee & Kraut, one of a whole series. This one is a double IPA, and with only 7.7% ABV I thought it would be a lightweight, but it's not. It is exceedingly dense, the mouthfeel matching the foggy colour, and decidedly hot as well. It uses this powerful gravity to pump out vanilla custard and lots of sweet fruit salad ingredients like pineapple and and red apple slices. I wasn't sure at first but soon found myself enjoying it, mostly because the usual hazy IPA off flavours are largely absent. I felt like I got away with something. Still, a powerhouse beer like this means careful consideration for what to drink next. Is that an eisbock I see on the menu?

Eisknacker (lol) is essentially a barley wine, distilled to 11.6% ABV. It's a dark mahogany colour, and if there was any hop character in the base beer, that's been evaporated off with the excess water. What's left, to me, tastes a bit like a quadrupel, only without the warming Belgian esters. There's a backbone of bready fruitcake, strong on raisins, with prune and damson elements for good measure. It's not barrel aged but still manages a strong oaky dimension, thick with strong-tea tannins. That makes it oddly dry, rather than hot, something which helps keep it drinkable but I'm not sure a beer like this ought to be. I would have liked more bang for my buck: some of the bold belly-warming, gut-coating complexity that makes very strong beer worthwhile. Eisknacker is undramatic and, franky, a bit boring. Time to move on.

Back at Die Freunderlwirtschaft, they had an intriguing item on the draught menu board, called Honig Lavendez, from the Zaungast brewery in Vienna. It's a wheat beer with, as the name tells us, honey and lavender. It's a clear yellow colour and has a very clean and simple base, very much in the blonde ale style, eschewing any of the yeast-derived complexities of wheat beer as brewed in Bavaria or Belgium. That's to leave room for the titular ingredients, and they're not shy. Combined, they bring a strong floral element which is sweet, though a little artificial. I got a certain note of fabric softener, although more in a washed-laundry sense than the raw liquid. It works surprisingly well: a novelty beer, but one that has been thought out and expertly put together for the drinker's benefit. It was closing on midnight after a very long day but it still gave me sunny al freso drinking vibes. Fair play.

Our group was given a brief introduction to the beers from another small Viennese outfit, the gypsy brewer RODAUNer. That began with Strizzi, local slang for a young gadabout, and it's a Vienna lager. Or claims to be -- who am I to argue? I can say, however, that I didn't really like it. Vienna lager's should be smooth and rich, with at least a little malt sweetness. This was very pale and pointy, with a strong acrid dryness, tasting musty and dusty. My noble-hop aversion usually isn't a problem with the style, but I was getting overboiled cabbage from the hop side here. Drinking a small sample while on a historic tram ride is probably not the ideal circumstance in which to evaluate a beer's merits or otherwise, but I feel I got enough of an impression from this one to justify my disapproval.

Next out of the cooler box from the same brewer was Schani, referencing the outdoor tables of Viennese cafés: the super-local branding of the range is a nice touch. This golden ale was far superior to their lager. Apparently it's all done with Saaz hops but I got a strong new-world character from it, softly sweet, with a gentle mix of mango and apricot. The strength is a most un-local 4.2% ABV and yet the body is beautifully rounded and full. I could drink a lot of it, which might explain why, some hours later, I could be found enjoying another bottle in the park beside the Rathaus, served from a handtruck in the company of the RODAUNer sales guy, a Dane, a Finn and a lad from Carlow. Good beer, good times.

Two final lagers to finish this post, the first in the more civilised surrounds of The Long Hall Irish pub. Saphir Pils is by Zwettler, based in the north, near the Czech border. I was tempted by the promise of exotic, modern German hops, but this didn't really deliver. The bitterness is there, in spades. In fact it was all rather severe, the green acidity meeting a powerfully dry astringency that I could almost feel squeaking on my teeth. Yes, it's a pils, so I wasn't expecting it to be cuddly, but there's a serious lack of charm here, and absolutely none of the mandarin or spice that the Saphir salesmen told me I could expect.

Next we found ourselves in a rather more raucous Irish hostelry, the basement Bogside Inn. I could have had O'Hara's Stout from the repurposed Murphy's tap but stayed Austrian with Schremser Zwickl. I don't have much to say about it, however. Though not fined, it's fine: some breadcrust, a hint of honey, medium body, medium carbonation, medium enjoyment. I'm sure the pub didn't choose to stock it for any weird or way-out attributes, beyond the haze. My palate wasn't in great shape by this point anyway.

It was an international beer meeting, so of course some international beer featured, both formally imported and suitcased over by other delegates. That's for the next post.

An assortment of foreigns

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This is the final post from my recent trip to Vienna for the spring meeting of the European Beer Consumers Union. The meeting venue for the first day was Del Fabro Kolarik, a drinks importation and distribution company which has close ties to Vienna's Ottakringer. The company's ancestry also includes a spell as the local outpost of the Budvar brewery, not long after it was founded and when they were all part of the jolly Austro-Hungarian empire. Budvar is still a major feature of its portfolio, and for the meeting they kindly tapped up a keg of Budvar Nealko.

I went in a little conflicted: non-alcoholic lager rarely floats my boat, but this is Budvar. Could they pull it off? Yes and no. It is still a non-alcoholic lager with much in common with the other major brands at large. It's a bit too sweet and has an off-putting sticky wort taste. But there's also a little of the Budvar class: a solid poke of freshly grassy Saaz hops, which goes some way towards putting manners on the malt. If you absolutely must drink one of these, this is probably about as good as it gets. I wouldn't be about to trade over from the real thing, however.

The Swedes, normally such a cheery and upbeat nation, were in mourning for the Stockholm Brewing Company, which has apparently changed hands, and with it a change in ethos. Its more interesting beers are for the chop, including its take on geuze: Max Cuvée. A bottle had been brought along for one last outing. Its demise is a real shame, because this was absolutely on point, packed with the gunpowder spice which I particularly enjoy, and with an assertive sourness which veered towards vinegar but stayed on the good side of that line. I would be distraught if something this good disappeared from my local beer scene.

Not for the first time, the Polish delegates brought cans from Trzech Kumpli. New to me was Misty, one of their hazy IPAs, or "contemporary", as the brewery labels it. A very normal hazy yellow colour with lots of foam, the aroma is all about the vanilla and you have to wait for the hops. They arrive in the flavour. tasting appropriately fresh and zesty. It's a charmer, offering nothing that lots of other beers like this don't also have, but without any of the unpleasantness hanging on. It's very clean and there's no heat, presumably since it's only 5.5% ABV. For haze fans, I think it would be well suited as a fridge filler or go-to pub IPA, much like our own Ambush.

The most interesting bottles had been muled in by the Icelandic delegation: three bottles of spontaneously fermented ale bearing the maker's mark of Grugg & Makk.

First open was the 2020 vintage of Svörtuloft, a pale and hazy yellow beer of 4.7% ABV. There was a pleasant soft peach element here, suggesting that Icelandic microflora contains nothing more exotic than the good old Brettanomyces that you get everywhere else. The finish is dry and crisp. That was all well and good, but plonked in front of it, spoiling the vista, was a horrible phenolic twang, suggesting that there are either evil bugs in the Nordic air as well, or that something went wrong in the brewing or packaging. I would have been annoyed if I had paid whatever doubtless eye-watering price this goes for in Iceland. Fortunately there was also a bottle of the 2023 version of the same beer to hand, and it didn't have the same thing, giving the peach free rein and allowing also for a more subtle pear nuance. It was maybe a little sharp and vinegary, perhaps due to its youth, but overall was rather good.

Employing yeast from a different part of the island was Djúpalónssandur. I'm guessing the recipe was otherwise the same, because this was a very similar beer, and not infected. It maybe seemed a little drier and less fruity, with a snappy cracker centre, less of the ripe fruit gumminess and also no suggestion of vinegar, I'm happy to say. As such, it was more subtle, and more interesting to drink as a result. I still don't even want to imagine the price tag.

One last beer for completeness, back in the cosy cellar of Café Bendl, where I brought you for Puntigamer on Monday. It's a Heineken house, and also sells their Czech lager Starobrno. This puts in a workmanlike performance, far from the Republic's best, but with enough of the core elements to keep me happy: crisp grain husk and a little tea. The absence of decoction mashing's signature richness and the Czechs' favourite off-flavour, diacetyl, means it's probably deemed unacceptably bland by the discerning drinkers in its home country, but it did the job for me.

The trip wraps up there. I went in in the full knowledge that there's much more to drinking in Vienna than lager after lager (not that there's anything wrong with that) but I don't think I was expecting to find quite the varied range of taste experiences that I did. Stay curious, Austria.

In for a Penny

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It's funny how branches of pub chain JD Wetherspoon develop personalities for themselves. Of the three in central Dublin, The Silver Penny, in the north inner city, isn't the biggest, but it always feels like the busiest, the loudest, the endless party on the verge of kicking off. None of that has anything to do with cask beer, and yet it's the one that does the most to put cask beers on. At festival time, it seems to give everything its turn, where the other two branches don't seem so committed. That's a long introduction to say that virtually everything I drank at the Spring 2024 JD Wetherspoon Beer Festival, I drank at the 'Penny.

First out of the box is Atlantic Red, from Theakston. I've always liked the dryness of this Yorkshire brewery's beers, especially tbe flagship bitter. This doesn't have that. It's a textbook example of the home-brewers' style guide observation that dark English ales may acceptably feature diacetyl. This deep mahogany one has loads, but it doesn't present as slick and sickly butter but warm and wholesome tartan-tin shortbread, with some Highland toffee and fudge to enhance the Scottish giftshop picture. A tiny spark of peppery spice hides in the background, suggesting the activity of one of those complex house yeasts that veteran brewers like this tend to use. Though only 4.3% ABV, it's nicely full-bodied and really took the chill off on a crisply cold early Spring day. There's no massive complexity on display, but it's good solid workmanlike drinking, about as good as red ale can get without drawing on the attributes of other styles.

Arriving simultaneously at The Silver Penny, Roasted Nuts from Rebellion in Buckinghamshire: one of their regulars but new to me. It's a pale brown, though badged as a bitter rather than a brown ale, despite the name. It's definitely a bitter. The texture is very thin for 4.6% ABV and the aroma sharp: a blackberry and damson twang. This intensifies on tasting, giving me a worrying vinegar note at first, but that settles. The tannins of very black tea form the base, and then the forest fruit arrives, tart and mouthwatering. Because of the texture the finish is quick, which makes it a bit of a damp squib. Worst of all, there's neither roastiness nor nuttiness, so the name is completely inappropriate. It's okay-ish, but if it's this thin and sharp when fresh, I don't want to think what it would be like with even a little age on it.

Round two brought Jersey's Liberation Brewing back to the pumps for the first time in a few years. The beer is Guernsey Street NYC, a pale ale with notions of Americana, though only 4.6% ABV. It's a dark-ish amber colour, looking convincingly like Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, and there's lemon in the aroma from the get-go, mixed in with sweeter cookie. No surprises that the flavour goes the same way. It's too malt-forward to be described as zingy, though there's a definite citrus quality: drizzle cake on a good day; household detergent on a bad one. The body is full, the texture smooth, and there's a very mild toffee chewiness. It's nicely balanced and very satisfying to drink: one of those beers where I struggle to get the words down before the glass empties, which is always a good sign.

The only one of this festival's international collaborations I found is Disco Macaw, another American-style pale ale. Repoint of Taiwan is the originating brewery, guesting at Shepherd Neame. At 4.5% ABV it's a similar strength to the above, though paler in colour: at the golden edge of amber. In keeping with my prejudices about the host brewery, there's very little American-tasting about it. I get a broad and rather dull jaffa orange flavour, while the aroma has a dusty staleness which I think has nothing to do with the beer's freshness but everything to do with the Shepherd Neame house yeast. There's nothing offensive about it; it's just a very average English bitter, not the exotic Taiwanese take on American pale ale being presented. It's easy-drinking and fully forgettable, and honestly I count that as a win where Shepherd Neame is concerned.

Onwards. Cairngorm is next, and Lairig Brew, a 4% ABV dark amber job which the brewery describes as a "classic Scottish bitter". I don't know how they expect this foreigner to understand what that means without a shilling value on it. It smells darkly maltish; the strawberry and plum you get from the better sort of Irish red. Not a coincidence. After two American-hopped beers, the foretaste was a bit of a shock. It seemed harshly bitter at first, a hard tang of zinc and bitumen. It doesn't fade, exactly, but you get used to it, and there's a softer caramel behind. No sign of that summer fruit, mind. I wanted to like it for the assertiveness but it doesn't have enough else going on, and tastes unbalanced and difficult as a result. Respect for giving the lie to traditional-style Scottish ale being all soft and sweet, but that doesn't make this a good example.

There was a non-festival interloper next to it, a JD Wetherspoon regular, Burton Bridge Stairway to Heaven. I'd never had it before, so fill me a half, barkeep. It's pale, moreso than I would have thought typical for a 5% ABV English bitter. I got a weird and unexpected rubbery note from the aroma, which turned into quite a nasty tennisball twang on tasting. I have no idea if this is deliberate or infected, but the lack of any redeeming features in the background suggests that it's how the beer is supposed to taste. Either way, I have little else to tell you: Maybe the rubber is the famed Burton snatch, sulphur presenting here, to me, as vulcanisation. Regardless, it's a big nope.

England's turn to provide a brown bitter gave me Ask Twice, from Moorhouse's. The name comes from a tie-in with a Yorkshire mental health charity, and it's that increasingly rare beast: a sub-4% cask ale, being 3.8% ABV. The aroma is simply and pleasantly plummy, and the texture very light. One could accuse it of being watery, but that wasn't a problem for me. I prefer to see it as thirst-quenching and sinkable, refreshing like a good cup of tea. The dark fruit -- raisin rather than plum -- hovers in the background, alongside an equally subdued milk chocolate element. I think this is one of those beers where you need to appreciate, and enjoy, just how subtle the genre can be. For me it was a classically good example of brown bitter, and perfectly pitched if its aim is to encourage conversation and social interaction.

 Next to it is 5G, celebrating five generations of family ownership at Bateman's of Lincolnshire. I'm a longtime fan of the brewery's work, though this is the first of theirs I've tried in the modern style of session IPA. Fuggles, Harlequin and Olicana are the hops and it's a pale amber colour. Unlike the last one, it is not subtle. The flavour gives the palate a sharp kick of lime flesh, backed by a softer concentrated white grape effect. The grape is even louder in the enticing aroma. It's an impressive result from all-English hops, and I would be guessing that one of the modern continentals like Hallertau Blanc was involved. The bitterness builds as it goes, turning a little harsh by the finish. It's only 4.2% ABV but I'm glad I had no more than a half pint to get through. Still, Bateman's reputation for making tasty and characterful beers remains intact.

London's Redemption brings a strong ale to the party: Magnus. It's a whopper at [checks notes] 5% ABV. Insert biannual grumble about these festivals not having any properly strong beer any more. The extra alcohol doesn't bring extra flavour, and it's quite plain. It's very English too, with tin and marmalade deriving from the Bramling Cross and First Gold hops. I expected more malt weight, maybe even some warmth, but it does not extend such courtesies to the drinker. As such it falls between the categories: too light to be a good strong ale, while lacking the subtle complexity of a bitter. If ever there was a case for boosting the gravity of a beer just for the sake of making it interesting, this featherweight is it.

Otter Dark went on shortly afterwards, a mild. This is 3.8% ABV and a dark brown colour, looking almost black but with telltale cola-coloured edges. It doesn't taste of a whole lot, which is not something I feel I can criticise a mild for. Delving deep into the flavour, there's a tangy damson tartness backed by a very light toasty roast. Everything around this is clean and simple, demanding nothing of the drinker's attention. I prefer mild to have a bit more character, but didn't mind how understated this one was. The style is meant for session sinking, and that's very much an option with this example. I would be very happy to find it as a regular in my local pubs.

A black IPA from Hook Norton? Seems unlikely, but I'll give it a go. Crafty Fox is the most terribly generic name for a beer from a Victorian English brewery that's trying to get down with the Gen X kids. The beer is a mere 4.4% ABV but is properly black. The aroma tells us from the off that they've got this right: a lovely waft of spiced red cabbage and freshly poured tar. Yum yum. That acidic hop punch is where the flavour starts, though it's a little softer than the aroma, suggesting a squeeze of lemon juice and a twist of grapefruit peel. A hint of coffee sits behind this, but that's a token complexity. Citrus rules here, and it fits the older spec for black IPA, where you wouldn't know it's a dark beer if you couldn't see it. That makes it slightly lacking in complexity, but I don't mind. The New World hop punch is great fun, and the beer's existence is justified on that alone. 

Oakham, a brewery much better known for its hop forward pale ales, had a stout on the roster, called Bite the Bullet. At 5% ABV, it's one of the stronger ones, and the texture certainly reflects that, being smooth and creamy, almost to the point of chewy. There's decent quantity of tarry roast at the centre of the flavour here, but they've also decided to accentuate the hops. That gives it a surprise bucolic character, all meadowy bowers of rosewater and lavender. Dare I opine that this is closer in character to black IPA than stout? It doesn't have the hop wallop of the Crafty Fox, but it expresses its freshly hopped nature nonetheless. Regardless, it's very tasty, and pretty much exactly how I would expect a stout from Oakham to taste.

The day after the festival ended I paid a quick visit to Keavan's Port where I caught the Titanic Chocolate & Vanilla Stout before it went. Its Plum Porter gives the brewery a good reputation for this sort of thing, and this one is rather good too. It's light at only 4.5% ABV and the sweet adjuncts have been added with some discretion. The aroma is pure milk chocolate, but there's more from the vanilla than the chocolate in its flavour, adding a dessertish note of blancmange or bread-and-butter pudding. A salt tang from the chocolate appears late, and the base stout is still present here too, low on roast but with a contrasting hop tang. It works rather well. I was expecting a full pint to be hard work, but they've kept drinkability in mind when designing it, and while I wouldn't exactly be rushing for another, it wouldn't be any sort of hardship.

Not a bad set, all told, particularly that late run of black ones. I liked the look of several on the menu I wasn't able to try, but them's the breaks. Until Autumn, then.

Pity purchase

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Milkshake IPA is already an idea for something nobody wants; lactose-free milkshake IPA is doubling down on the ridiculousness. But that's what Dublin beershop Craft Central got together with Hungarian brewery HopTop to produce last year. Funky Munky is the result, released in the summer but still languishing in the bargain bin at under €2 a can. I decided to do my bit to help clear the stock.

It's 4.6% ABV and the lactose has been replaced by almond milk in the ingredients, which is listed next to vanilla extract and apricot purée. In the glass it's a kind of pale beige, topped with thick foam to begin with, though this doesn't last long. The aroma is worryingly sickly, with a sharp juice tang presented uncomfortably next to sweet fruit salad. The flavour is similar: quite curdling in the way the two competing sides butt up against each other. There's a certain amount of creamy milkiness about it too, though none of the smooth and sweet vanilla that you'd get in a real milkshake and which I'm guessing the vanilla extract was meant to bring.

This isn't good, even as a novelty beer. They've captured the IPA side of the picture, to an extent, but it really doesn't resemble a milkshake in any good way. I doubt it'll be missed when it's all gone.

Two cans of deer

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Last October I provided a rundown of a selection of craft-ish beers from Canadian lager giant Moosehead. Turns out there were more. To catch you up:

Small Batch Hoppy Light Lager tells you exactly what it thinks it is, although it's a rich amber colour, not the wan yellow of industrial light lager. 3.8% ABV is inarguably light. The flavour description is ambitious, proferring "tropical - citrus - pine". That translates in reality to a soft stonefruit flavour, so the pine is the first casualty and I'm not sure there's really a whole lot of citrus either. But I will grant it tropical, in that broad melon and peach kind of way. There's a malt contribution as well, bringing wholesome crunchy biscuit, and a smooth tannic tea quality with a little spark of gunpowder spice. It's far from spectacular, but for something promising to be no more than "light lager" it's very good. 

That mix of peaches and tea can also be found in Derek's Single Hop American IPA. Whoever designed the packaging did not understand the brief at all, because the titular single hop is not named on it: the kind of rookie mistake you might expect from an industrial lager brewery new to this sort of thing. It's a substantial 6.1% ABV, and while the light lager didn't taste weak, this doesn't taste so strong, the alcohol held well in check. It is sweeter, though, with the ice tea profile built up to more of a chewy fruit candy effect. While the other one is a superior example of its genre, this is rather lacklustre. It's missing any punchy bitterness and the fruit isn't fresh or zingy, and rather muted in general. I should add that, in contravention of labelling law, there was no best-before date on the can, so I have no idea how old the beer was -- not the first time I've had this problem with Moosehead. All told, it's inoffensive but unimpressive; perfectly drinkable but not near the high-end of IPA these days.

Whether there will be any more or not remains to be seen. The distributor has been very vocal on the Twitters about the problems thrown up by compliance with the can deposit return scheme. I'm guessing that requirement is actually being enforced, unlike the best-before one.

Cask on the coast

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Family business brought me to Bournemouth the other week. I knew nothing about the place and arrived with a single recommendation in my pocket, for what I was told is the English seaside town's one decent pub: The Goat & Tricycle.

It is indeed very decent, spacious but with cosy corners, a very friendly welcome and it certainly seems popular with the locals. It's a Butcombe house, so on the two occasions I visited, I drank beer from Butcombe and its sibling/parent, Liberation.

They're a fiercely traditional set, leaning heavily into bitter. The house beer is called The Hair of the Goat and is 3.8% ABV. It's quite dark with that: amber, stopping short of being brown. No twigginess is in evidence, I am happy to report, and instead I found lots of zesty sherbet or 1980s Refresher chews. There's also a certain amount of sweeter toffee, though the light citrus remains the predominant feature. Overall it's quite simple and has lots of classic English bitter character. The unchallenging nature makes it very well suited to its role as a house beer.

At the same strength there's Adam Henson's Rare Breed, which is still a bitter, but a slightly paler one. Sherbet features again and, perhaps unsurprisingly, there's none of the toffee character. There isn't actually a whole lot else to note. Some extra bitterness might have been appreciated, though at the same time its lack of sharp edges made it exceptionally suppable. The elaborate pumpclip had me expecting something more out-of-the-ordinary, but instead it's a very modest beauty, something that's rare enough in these days of brash and extreme flavours.

Some proper wallop would be nice next, and I thought I might get it from Brewer's Strength, the powerhouse bitter at 4.8% ABV. This one is properly brown, and yet isn't sweet, showing a foremost dry grain quality, intensifying as it goes, to become almost roast-driven by the end of the pint. While there's no crystal-malt caramel, it does deliver a hint of strawberry in the background. Just as it's getting interesting, however, it all tails off quickly, leaving a somewhat disappointing watery finish. Maybe it's just the expectation set by the name, but I had been hoping for something denser and warmer here. Once again, however, I can't criticise the beer's cleanness or drinkability.

Once the bitters are out of the way, we turn to the brewery's two nods at craft beer. Haka is branded to make it very clear what country its hops come from. It's a pale ale at 4.5% ABV, and although the precise details are scant, the brewery tells us it's centred on Nelson Sauvin. Not terribly centred, I have to say. I got very English floral flavours, rather than any of Nelson's fruit or minerality, as well as a vanilla or honeycomb sweet side from the malt. Perhaps the hops would have shone brighter had it been on keg, or if there were simply more of them. As-is, it didn't really do it for me, and I concluded it's more of an English golden ale than a Kiwi-style pale ale.

Presumably because of the time of year, there was a stout as well, called Lucky. This 4.8%-er is smooth and dense, fully black in the glass with an attractive gently roasted aroma. I should have expected that it would be no powerhouse in the flavour stakes, but what's there is good: hints of bittersweet treacle and dry charcoal. I could have done with lots more of that, and the whole thing is balanced to the point of being boring. Still, I fully appreciate that they went to the effort of brewing this workmanlike stout and put it on cask when they could probably have turned out yet another bitter instead. Given that it's flagged as a limited-edition small-batch brew, I think there was scope for it to be more daring, however.

To finish up here, Liberation IPA, which I assume came across the English Channel from Jersey. Liberation has owned Butcombe since 2014. It may be a different brewery but the ethos of making plain and drinkable beers seems to have carried across. This was the plainest of the lot, even though it's another of the stronger ones at 4.8% ABV. The flavour is very typically English, with a bucolic orange blossom sweet side rubbing up against a tang of zinc for bitterness. It was here that I concluded that this company is just not set up to provide the variety that my obsessive and nerdy palate expects. I'm sure that's more a me problem than a them problem.

My lodgings were out of town, at a large dining pub with B&B called The Inn in the Park, popular with walkers on the nearby beach. The lease-holding brewery here is Wadworth, and I availed of the opportunity to try their IPA, which is Henry's IPA. This is one of your classic low-strength English IPAs, like Greene King's or whatever Wells Eagle is called these days. The recent change in UK duty bands has seen it follow those beers down from 3.6% ABV to 3.4%. Not that it's watery or bland. There's a strong brown-sugar sweetness and lots of strong-tea tannins, working in combination to create yet another very simple and sinkable pint. I hoped there might be some interesting spices or minerals from Wadworth's yeast, but it's all very clean and uncomplex. Like the Butcombe bitters, it serves a purpose.

Wadworth also has a strong ale, properly (for England) strong at 5.8% ABV. It's called Old Timer and they claim it's a "classic winter warmer". We'll see about that. In fairness, poured from the bottle it's a deep garnet colour and smells unsurprisingly malt heavy. The texture doesn't go quite so hard, being substantially attenuated and not hugely different to that lightweight IPA. There's a little tannin, but it's mostly sweet, with a solid dose of caramel and some slightly more intense roast or muscovado sugar, leading to a dry finish. Warming? Not really. As a darkly strong bitter it does the job. I liked it, but can't deem it anything ahead of workmanlike.

Bournemouth has two JD Wetherspoons, but I confined my drinking to one of them, The Mary Shelley, taking its name from the author buried in the churchyard across the street. The promise of more dark beer is what got me through the door.

Old Smokey is a porter from Stonehenge Brewery and the name is a bit of a misnomer. It doesn't appear to be brewed with smoked malt and there's precious little of anything like that in evidence in its taste. Instead it's lightly chocolatey with hints of raisin and plum. The aroma is dry and nicely roasty and there's a certain savoury quality in with the flavour, but nothing I'd call actual smoke. Still, it's fine, and it was nice to be up in the dizzy heights of 5% ABV too.

Pouring alongside was Black Drop by Bowman Ales of Hampshire. We're down to 4.6% ABV for this stout, and it's a rather sweeter affair. The aroma is a mix of forest fruit and fudge, while the flavour goes big on caramel and milk chocolate. As such, it gets a bit cloying quite quickly. I can see how this works in a double act with the other, much drier, beer.

Also on the taps here was Glastonbury's Voodoo, being praised loudly by one of the regulars at the bar that Sunday afternoon. This is an IPA with Centennial and Simcoe, though following the Haka experience I wasn't getting my hopes up. And yet, it hit the hoppy spot rather nicely, offering a lime-like citric bitterness on a balancing malt base, featuring a dose of crystal malt which might have turned it into a twiggy brown bitter but instead gave it proper American West Coast vibes. The flavour is clean and the texture smooth, with an ABV of only 4.8%. This successfully draws on features of both American IPA and English bitter, harmonising them neatly. The guy at the bar was right.

That's a happy note on which to finish this post, but the weekend's draught wasn't fully cask-conditioned. Evil keg follows next.

Kegs and chains

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They sure love a chain restaurant in England. They have loads of them, and there's something about a town like Bournemouth -- lots of visitors looking for something familiar, perhaps -- which seems to concentrate them. I did not go there with the intention of exploring exotic English chain restaurants. It just kind of turned out that way.

There is, for example, a Brewhouse & Kitchen, a chain of brewpub-restaurants that felt to me like a modern successor to the Firkins of old, and memorably described by Boak & Bailey as "a bit like business class Wetherspoons." Now there's a demographic to aspire to. I wasn't there to soak up the ambiance, however. I was there to try the beers, brewed on-site on the smart brewkit out front.

I began on the seasonal Kölsch, 5% ABV and appropriately clear and golden. The lovely malt aroma smells like brewing itself, though the flavour is rather plainer. It tastes crisp and a little grainy, meaning it's fully to-spec for anyone who's never drank really good Kölsch. This is in the genre of passable brewpub lager but offers nothing better, or indeed worse, than that.

An American-style pale ale was my next one: Yankee Hack. This is also blonde coloured and quite watery in the mouth, in need of more malt substance. The hops are at least plentiful, bringing zingy orange jelly first, and then a strange bitter spicing which I've recorded as aniseed and white pepper, though your perception may differ on that one. That's fine for a while, but before I had finished my half pint there was a kind of soapy twang emerging. I would not be running back to this one.

There were a few handpulls on the go as well, and herself took a chance on the bitter, Churchill's Fall. It's an unattractive murky amber colour, immediately suggesting a certain lack of cask-conditioned polish. The aroma is sweet and jammy but it doesn't go anywhere interesting with that on tasting. I found it smooth and bland, with more of that soapiness and not a peep out of the hops. More than anything, it reminded me of those execrable nitrogenated red ales from the 1990s. Caskffreys.

I get what they're trying to do here, but the calibre of the beer just isn't up to snuff, much like with most chain brewpubs. These three examples suggest that they're being overambitious in trying to make mass-appeal beers in-house.

At the bottom of the town, near the seafront, there's a development with a wide selection of chain venues in a symbiotic relationship with the Odeon cinema. There's a BrewDog, of course, but I didn't go in. Dinner was courtesy of The Real Greek, which has two beers of its own, brewed by I know not whom.

Alpha Omega Lager turned out to be the better of the pair. There's a solid malt-driven centre here, making me think of Czech pale lager in particular, and working well as a beer for food. Only the finish lets it down a little, arriving too quickly and making me realise that the high quality effect is superficial and that it's likely made very much on the cheap. I still place it on the good side of ordinary, and for the house lager in a chain restaurant it proved better than expected.

Sadly, I can't say the same for Alpha Omega Pale Ale. My first disappointing impression was that it's quite similar to the lager, being very light-bodied and pale. Some mild pine resin sparked a modicum of interest but then faded away to be replaced by a persistent sour zest, like dilute Jif lemon, sharp and astringent, and not at all enjoyable. Again, I'm blaming the accountants for this one: it tastes very cheap. I'm not sure the place really needs a second house beer in addition to the ersatz holiday lager.

From there, we classed it up at Côte, an upmarket sort of generic French bistro. They had upmarket French beer too: Meteor Lager, from France's oldest-established independent brewery. 4.5% ABV and arriving in a 33cl bottle, I suspect this has no pretensions beyond being a Gallic answer to Nastro Azzurro. It's of a much higher quality, however, being both crisply plain for refreshment and having a slightly sweet malt middle which becomes richer and more pronounced as it warms. So here's another chain making a good choice when picking its token lager.

Moving on, there is a craft-oriented beer bar in Bournemouth which isn't part of a chain: All Hail Ale. It claims to be a micropub, and is in a converted shop, but lacks the other common micropub features like cask-only beer, no music and early closing. Still, it's intimate, friendly and overall a nice place to drink.

From the keg selection I chose the charmingly named Post Mortem #2 by Edinburgh brewer Barney's. It's a sour ale aged in Pinot Noir barrels and, though golden, does taste substantially of red Burgundy wine, of ripe plum and fresh juicy red grapes. Added to this is what I suspect is the result of Brettanomyces yeast action: a sweet lychee and apricot effect. It's tangy rather than sour and I got no discernible contribution from the oak barrels; neither spices nor vanilla nor wood sap. There's enough acidity to make it mouthwatering and overall it's tremendous fun. You know, like an autopsy.

And for herself, the Baltic porter from Brass Monkeys down Kent way, called Time & Tide. The ABV checks out, being 8.4% but the flavour isn't quite to style. Chocolate on the aroma is fine, and then the flavour is full of chocolate as well, missing the proper herbal bitterness which should sit alongside. There's a faint metallic tang which I guess is where that's gone, but it's not a big enough feature for my liking. The texture is a bit off too. I don't know if this is really a lager but it doesn't feel like one. I suppose if all you wanted was a beefed-up version of English porter, this will do the job.

So we come to the beery bookends. On arrival at Bournemouth station I stopped in at an Asian supermarket and came out with a bottle of Yanjing U8 which I then drank on the pier. This is only 2.8% ABV and is somewhat under-attenuated with it, but not in a bad way. The residual sweetness gives it a fluffy, full-bodied, candyfloss character which I found quite charming, even satisfying, to drink. I recommend chugging it quite quickly, however, because that does not require much warmth to start turning cloying.

And then the biggest surprise of the weekend came at the Molson Coors-dominated bar at Southampton Airport. The best on offer was Sharp's Atlantic. I've never really got on well with Sharp's, even at the height of their pre-takeover pomp. I fully expected this keg pale ale to be a watery metallic mess. Instead, it has some very well laid-out zesty mandarin notes with an almost New England level of sweet juice. That's balanced by a dry middle which makes it an excellent thirst-quencher, even if it's a little overclocked at 5% ABV. They have bottles of this in my local supermarket which I've never touched. I must find out if it's the same beer inside, because the draught version is a real charmer.

Here endeth the session. You needn't put Bournemouth high on your beer bucket list but, like almost everywhere, there's good and interesting stuff to be found, despite the ongoing demise of good beer and good pubs that we're constantly hearing about.

Citrus two ways

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Two more new draught releases from Galway Bay, via the taps at The Black Sheep.

The more exciting one, at least on paper, is Kimigayo, a gose created in collaboration with Exale Brewing in London, containing yuzu and seaweed. It's a clear amber colour and headless after a few seconds. The aroma is sweet and lemony, more like a lemonade than a beer, even a soured fruit one. In fact the sourness doesn't show up for work at all. The citrus gets more concentrated on tasting. I've never eaten a yuzu, but here it tastes like lime, being sharp and a little oily too. The blurb promises umami and smoke from the seaweed but it's hard work to find either, with only a faint savoury quality hanging on in the aftertaste once all the sugar has departed. At only 4.5% ABV this would work as a thirst-quencher on a warm day. The heavy hand with which the yuzu syrup has been added makes it little more than that, however.

Two taps to the left was Lush, Galway Bay's new pale ale, of the "extra" variety. In defiance of fashion it is completely transparent, and indeed very pale, so no quibble with the blurb here. Although the texture is light, as one would expect at 4.3% ABV, they've piled in the resins, lending it a heavy dankness, one unimpeded by malt weight. And yet there's a noteworthy sweet side, giving me crunchy muscovado sugar and crisp candyfloss. I was fascinated by how it's fizzy and spritzy yet the hop oils balance that so it's not abrasive, helping the drinkability. Word is this is destined to become the house session IPA for whatever passes for permanent at Galway Bay. I'll miss Weights & Measures but am content that this characterful number is a worthy replacement.

The papers have reported troubles on the business side of Galway Bay/BRÚ this year. I can't speak to that but can say, from this side of the bar, that the beer end seems healthy.

The Original

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Easter weekend saw the return of Ireland's longest-running beer festival, at Franciscan Well in Cork. Having missed last year's due to transport issues, this was the first I'd been to at actual Easter since 2019. It seemed rather more subdued than in the years of the Irish craft beer boom, with just ten visiting breweries plus the venue's own Original 7.

Wicklow Wolf had two unfamiliar beers for me, including a new draft-only Helles, called Hideaway. It's lighter than one would see in Germany, at 4.5% ABV, and has a bit of haze going on. When first poured in the chilly back yard it didn't taste of much, and it went downhill from there. Once the beginnings of warmth arrived it began to develop sweet estery flavours of banana, and then a strangely sharp pine detergent effect. It lacks the gentle, rounded, spongecake or white bread that Helles should provide, and I'm not sure it's a good example of any kind of pale lager. I'll be leaving it alone.

The event also saw the launch of Wicklow Wolf's new collaboration with Kentucky distillery Rabbit Hole. It's called Cavehill and is in the Kentucky common style. Wicklow Wolf had one of these in their original line-up, and I was quite fond of the crisp dark ale. There's no crispness in this bourbon barrel aged one, however, it's big and round and creamy, with a huge vanilla flavour up front. Caramel and chocolate follow it along, and there's a very obvious heat, more than might be expected for 7% ABV, though perhaps it's more pronounced because some of it derives from the whisky. I get what it's trying to be, but it wasn't to my taste. A half was plenty; more would be just too cloying.

There were two regular beers on offer from West Cork Brewing of Baltimore, plus a new one. Cape Clear is named for the nearby island which has become a centre of excellence for the cultivation of lavender, and the beer contains lavender grown on the island. Its base is an 80/- Scottish-style ale, finishing at 4.5% ABV, into which the lavender has been added at flame-out. While Tara the brewer said the amount was only a few hundred grams in the batch, the result is substantial, with a bright and summery floral perfume present in both the aroma and flavour. This matches well with the toffee sweetness from the dark amber base beer, resulting in something characterful and individual, but not overdone or gimmicky. Apart from tasting nice, it's an excellent example of beer making use of local ingredients and becoming part of their story.

My only other dark beer came from Third Barrel, a new Flanders-style red ale called, of course, Stupid Sexy Flanders. Rodenbach's Roeslare Blend of yeast and bugs has done the business beautifully here, and it really presents the cherry and strawberry notes of Rodenbach very well. It is a little sharp at first, delivering a vinegary burn on the first taste, but it settles quickly, becoming a more rounded and classy balsamic tang. A cleansing crispness finishes it off. My only criticism is that it's a little on the strong side at 7% ABV. Good and all as it is, I think it's one to enjoy in small doses.

Another lager to clear the palate next: Citrus Chiller, from Black's of Kinsale. This is a very light affair, being an extremely pale yellow, 4.2% ABV and thinly textured. The flavour doesn't provide anything more intense than some highly dilute lemon barley water, which makes it refreshing, I guess, but very basic. I don't know how the citrus effect was achieved, but it seemed a little artificial to me, with a lingering cordial stickiness as the aftertaste. It has its place, but sipped in a cold beer garden is probably not it. Wait until the mercury is high before tackling one of these.

9 White Deer also pre-empted the summer with a festival special they called Stag Lilt. Allegedly, it's a gose, but it was neither sour nor salty nor herbal, so zero for three on the Leipzig scale. From the name, you can probably guess that they've used some tropical fruit concentrate in the recipe. They don't tell us what, and I genuinely couldn't figure it out from the flavour. Much like with actual Lilt, it's a mish-mash of ersatz fruit characteristics, all on a theme of sweet. I got the same wateriness and artificiality as in the previous beer, though in this one the ABV is a ridiculously high 5.5% according to the festival brochure. Fair play to 9 White Deer for doing something beyond their usuals for the festival, but gose may not be a genre that suits them.

Hazy IPA is still in fashion, and I drank a whole three of them on the day. First up was Lough Gill with a 7%-er called Gaelic Amore. Modern enhanced hop product "Cryo x Phantasm" features, alongside Nelson Sauvin and El Dorado. The beer is brightly hazy, looking like a glass of Sunny Delight, topped with a fine froth. I got Calippo ice pop from the aroma, followed by a flavour which took me on a journey, beginning at soft lemon pie and vanilla, building to a harder grapefruit and lime pith, finishing up on a savoury kick of garlic and a burn of alcohol. Phew. It's quite a textbook New England profile, and I'm sure the enthusiasts will be delighted to see the style created so diligently. I thought it was OK, but unspectacular, and very much something that's readily available from any number of other breweries. I'm a fan of both the named hops and was a little disappointed not to find their individual characteristics on display in this.

We're now on version six of Lineman's Electric Avenue, where the hops are Citra, Mosaic and Ekuanot. This was scary fresh, exhibiting the hard bitterness of raw hop pellets. That made it quite hard work for me, especially late in the day as it was. I liked the boldness of it, and it's another that hop connoisseurs will particularly appreciate, but at the same time I think the bitterness should have been dialled down. I could tell that Mosaic's soft melon notes were present in the background, but they were getting comprehensively drowned out by the obstreperous Citra. It would be churlish to even introduce the word "balance" into the context of this beer -- such a multi-tonal hop symphony has no place for it -- but balance does serve a purpose, and this could have done it a bit better, for my taste anyway.

That leaves just our hosts, Original 7. Their recently-released New England-style IPA is called Juice Bomb and is a much calmer creature. That said, it's no lightweight at 5.8% ABV and there's a proper soft and fluffy texture. You get a squeeze of orange juice, some vanilla essence and a very slight savoury allium note, but none of it goes overboard. I've remarked before that the brewery makes pub beers for pub drinkers, and this does a good job of taking the style and adapting for pint drinking. In contrast with Electric Avenue, you could have a few without feeling overwhelmed by any part of it.

Brand new for the event was Basic Peach, and here comes the fruit syrup again. This purports to be an IPA, hopped with Cashmere and Belma, but the sticky additive dominates it completely, to the point where it creates an impression of drinking neat peach schnapps. Though an innocent clear gold colour, it's a full 6% ABV and quickly coats the palate. Belma, known for its sweet strawberry taste, is probably a good choice of hop for it, but whether any of its character was delivered, or whether the sweetness was solely peach concentrate, is impossible to tell. Still, I can't say I wasn't warned by the name, and it certainly delivers what's promised.

Cheers to all the brewers who brought an interesting an eclectic range of beers, and a particularly big thanks to the organisers who have kept this event alive and kicking for so long. I hope to see you next year, when we might get a warmer day for it.

Auss!

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It was the first sunny day on the patio this year, and in the absence of any actual pils, my utepils for 2024 were two other kinds of German lager. 

Schneider is a weissbier brewery, the top tier, in fact. Everybody knows that. So what happens when they turn their attention to new-fangled lager? Schneider's Bayrisch Hell has apparently been around since 1928, and has a retro-designed label to convince you of this. 4.9% strikes me as a very modern ABV for Helles, however. Is it just me or was over the 5% standard until recently? In the glass it's the proper shade of yellow, though a little hazy. Perhaps the weissbier legacy is making itself felt. The aroma gives little away, and it transpires from the flavour that there's little to be given away. This is very plain fare, lacking the rich sweet side exhibited by the best Helles. Instead it's dry and crisp, more like a pilsner, though without a proper hop kick, not a good one. "Inoffensive" is the best I can say about this. I guess some Schneider customers local to the brewery needed a lager to go with their wessbier order, but I reckon they could have done rather better than this one. Augustiner it ain't.

From Hofbräuhaus Traunstein comes Fürsten Trunk, a festbier. It's an innocent clear gold in the glass, looking light and refreshing, though the label tells us it's a voll 5.7% ABV. And full it is, weighty of body in the proper Oktoberfest way. The flavour is big to match, piling in sticky golden syrup and a salad of green German hops. Though loud and bold, it's all done fully within the specs of proper German lager, of course. I think it could have gone bigger: there's a restraint to the malt body in particular which means it doesn't quite balance the biting hops. It's fine, and well suited to the occasion, but more beef please. This Fest could stand to be a bit less restrained.

They weren't great beers, but the main thing is that outdoor drinking season is underway once more. Get out there when you can.

Variety isn't everything

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Today it's one of my occasional check-ins with Co. Antrim brewery Lacada, beginning with Shallows, a 4.5% ABV sour ale with cherry and raspberry. No surprise from the pinkness, nor from the minimal amount of sourness on display. That's no more than a grainy cereal husk dryness, overlaid with heavily seeded raspberry jam. Nothing about it says cherry, though it's far from unusual for raspberry in a fruit beer to drown out everything else. I mean, it's a tough set of specs to do something impressive with. There are enough high-strength lactose milkshake wannabes and mixed-fermentation sippers on the market these days to make a standard kettled soured ale look lacklustre and, frankly, a bit pointless. I didn't feel I got much for my fiver from this one. 

For the next two I have Simon to thank for providing tasters. The Sugarloaf is a Helles lager at a somewhat slight 4.5% ABV. They claim a level of authenticity here, using Hallertau and Perle hops, but I think they've either used too much of them or left the gravity too low. It doesn't have the rounded spongecake richness of good Helles and is instead quite dry and grassy in the aroma and a little vegetal and bitter to taste: not bad, but more like a pilsner. The crisp biscuit base is part of that, and the rising volume of celery and green cabbage leaf continues it. I got a twang of brown sugar sweetness in the finish, but it didn't add anything terribly positive. Lager isn't really a Lacada speciality, and this has the feel of one brewed to meet a market demand without any real enthusiasm, a bit like the pink lad above. There's nothing wrong with it per se, but I'm sure there are better examples of Helles from Germany available wherever it's sold.

A stout to finish, the faith-and-begorrah stylings of Shamrock Pinnacle, named for a submarine geological feature off the Antrim coast. It's a stout, of course, broadly in the sessionable Irish style though given a little extra welly with 4.8% ABV. That provides an excellent framework for boosting the stout flavour characteristics, and there's lots of warming roasted richness and punchy cabbage bittering. More subtle elements arrive once the initial hits calm down, and I got brightly floral rosewater and a spiced cola complexity. There seems to be quite a fashion at the moment for Irish and Irish-style stouts, coming from all sorts of breweries here and in the UK. This is definitely one of the better takes, hanging on to the pintable fundamentals but adding some quite marvellous bells and whistles to that. Excellent work.

I could be glib and say that this demonstrates how making good dark beer is so much easier than lager or sour, but I think there's a genuine talent at Lacada for stout: Shamrock Pinnacle isn't their first to impress me mightily. It's a shame that, by every brewer's account, it's such a tough sell. I'd love to see more.

For the sake of weird

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Outlandish concoctions, and specifically a lime and elderflower flavoured Berliner weisse, are what first brought Swedish brewer Brewski to my attention, in 2015. When a bunch of their arty cans containing strange beers arrived into Dublin recently, I picked up a set.

It was hard to decide a drinking order for the first three. They're all 4.7% ABV and are those contemporary interpretations of old sour German styles which bear little resemblance to the originals. Salty Lemon seemed like an innocent enough proposition, so that's where I started. I thought it would be a gose but the label says it's a Berliner weisse, and there's more than just lemon in here: also vanilla and liquorice. How does that work? Poorly, you may be surprised to learn. It's a crazy mish-mash of contrasting flavours, beginning with the intense white-chocolate sweetness from the vanilla. That's in the aroma and foretaste, and lingers stickily for ages afterwards. In the middle, when you're actually drinking it, it's all about the sharply zesty lemon, a palate-pinching sourness which I'm guessing is nothing to do with the fermentation and all about the added citrus. Liquorice? Salt? There isn't really room for them under the other two foghorns. I mean, it's interesting, for a sip or two, but gets boring and cloying very quickly.

Matador is another Berliner weisse, and features seemingly saner additions, pineapple and lime. It's certainly a gentler experience without the vanilla, and the fruit here is nicely real-tasting. The pineapple in particular is identical to pineapple juice from a carton and is the centre of the taste. Lime is a mild tang in the finish, with a decent amount of flavour but no sourness or bitterness. The overall effect is a kind of piña colada, minus the coconut flavour, but including the creamy texture. It doesn't taste anything like Berliner weisse and definitely isn't sour, but as a silly novelty fruit beer it's enjoyable and well made.

Last of these hazy pale amber beers is badged as a gose, Grandmother Gose, but you know by now not to expect any coriander, though there is salt, along with mango, lime and two types of chilli pepper. Although I'm sure the fruit was added as a concentrated syrup, it's not sweet, and the chilli's first contribution is to make it dry. There isn't much of a flavour from them, but they do deliver that initial rasp and then a peppery bite on the end. Without the sweetness, the fruit side is quite understated. As with the above, the lime is gentle and unobtrusive, but mango is no pineapple, and contributes nothing but a broad, mixed-tropical squash, and heavily diluted. The ingredients don't gel together as well here as they do in the Matador, but it's still easier going than Salty Lemon despite the chillis. Phew. This is all getting very complicated. Time for a change of scene.

Liquorice is back for Blacpac, an imperial stout of 10.5% ABV which also contains our old friend vanilla. It pours very dense and tarry and has a strongly sweet aroma, the vanilla getting straight to work making it smell like a dessert, specifically a cheesecake. To taste, there's nothing unorthodox at first: it's a big imperial stout, providing a solid amount of creamy coffee and dark chocolate. It turns strange after a second or two as the sweetness builds. Banana milkshake and toffee sauce sneak past the sober roast and hang around as a long sticky finish. I thought the liquorice would have brought some bitterness but I couldn't taste it at all. Is there maybe a lightly metallic tang on the end? I'm not sure. There's not much if there is. This retains just enough bitter coffee roast to avoid descending into cloying nonsense, and is still a proper imperial stout, albeit a very very sweet one. I caution anyone approaching it to be prepared for full-blast banoffee pie over herbal aniseed.

Maybe I'm getting old and boring, but this lot didn't really do it for me. I have a full tolerance for odd ingredients, but the sweetness I find difficult to deal with. Beer doesn't have to taste of beer, but bitter ones should be bitter and sour ones should be sour.

Kor range

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Dublin's Asian supermarkets aren't a brilliant source for new and exotic beers to tick, but they're worth checking every once in a while. On a recent visit to Asia Market on Drury Street I uncovered this pair of unfamiliar Korean beers.

We start with Kloud Draft, a pale lager of 4.5% ABV, and about six weeks past its expiry date by the time I opened it. No matter. It's a bog standard eurolager, and has nothing to which a month or two either side of the best-before will make a difference. There are a number of cheap mass-production lager's tropes in evidence, including a syrupy body, a plasticky hop twang, a grainy mustiness and a scattering of potentially headache-inducing esters. Not a recommendation from me, and I'm not even going to compare it to Hite or Cass or any of the other familiar mainstream Korean lagers. There's nothing here beyond the exotic novelty factor, and if that's not something you're chasing, drink a Spaten or a Budvar instead.

The next one is a little more intriguing. It's from Jeju Beer Company, "in partnership with" Brooklyn Brewery, though definitely brewed in Korea, with I guess some craft credentials. Jeju Wit Ale is a little dark for a witbier, being the orange of a pale ale instead of cloudy yellow. The ingredients are absolutely Belgian standard: wheat, coriander, orange peel. They express themselves politely and decently in the aroma, with a pleasant introductory mix of fruit and spice. There's an emphasis on the mouth-watering juicy side in the flavour, with tart, shred-studded marmalade and fresh kumquat or satsuma zest. It finishes quickly, giving it an almost lager-like aspect which is beautifully clean and works well as a thirst-quencher. At 5.3% ABV it probably shouldn't be quite so easy-going and accessible, but I really enjoyed its sunny disposition and could see myself, ill-advisedly, chugging several in a row. As Asian beers available in Ireland go, it's one of the best. I hope it's getting out to the restaurants and noraebang venues in town, where it would be a lifesaver among the shitty pale lager options.

Haze praise

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I've been a fan of the work of Romanian brewery Hop Hooligans in the past, so picked up these three new ones when they passed my way.

Elder Gods is an interesting proposition, being a sour ale of 5% ABV with added elderflower, honey and lemon. That suggests summer drinking to me, and it is a sunny opaque yellow colour in the glass. Neither the aroma nor flavour are especially strong, indicating that real fruit and flowers have been used here, rather than concentrate or syrup. There's a bright and zesty lemon character, and then a bonus sweetness which is just about recognisable as elderflower, plus a spicing that would have me swearing there's ginger involved too, but it's not listed. Nothing about it is sour, though it's not horribly sweet either. While refreshing, it's very plain, and a lot less interesting than the specification led me to believe. Oh well.

Two hazy IPAs follow, beginning with Seaview, hopped with Cryo Mosaic, Azacca and Pacific Sunrise. The half-litre can took a while to pour, piling up lots of fluffy foam. It's inconvenient but I'm not complaining about getting 60ml more than the norm. Under the head it's a pale, beaten-egg yellow. The aroma isn't especially interesting, having the broadly sweet fruit effect of a zillion nondescript murky IPAs. It does go interesting places with the flavour, however. First of all it's clean: no heat, no grit, no garlic. That leaves plenty of room for the fruit attributes, and that's done subtly, like the aroma. There's a soft peachiness on a milkshake vanilla effect. I thought at first that it lacked bitterness: there's certainly no punch up front. It does leave a residual echo of lime in the aftertaste, which I enjoyed. The big surprise is a kind of tannic dryness which complements the smooth mouthfeel beautifully, plus a mild peppery spicing which adds a very unexpected twist. At 6% ABV it should be a sipper, but I found that the combination of silky mouthfeel and balanced, understated flavours, made it very sinkable. A half litre barely lasted a quarter of an hour before I was ready to open the next one.

Mass Production is the same strength and looks broadly similar, though perhaps a little paler and more transparent. The hops this time are Strata, Mosaic and Nelson Sauvin and, as you might expect, there's more going on in the aroma from that. Juice is very prominent there, and quite tropical, with pineapple and cantaloupe notes. Again the flavour is subtle for the most part, though with more character in evidence than with the previous one. I credit the Nelson with jazzing the whole thing up, bringing its own kind of mineral spice, plus a dollop of gooseberry, pear and honeydew melon. They've retained the overarching cleanness from the other beer and that really helps the hop flavour come through unimpeded, its sweet vanilla side relegated to a supporting role. I took a bit longer with this one, enjoying exploring the delicate hop features which are tastefully displayed. By the end I wish wishing for a third IPA with even more of a clean hop profile.

My appreciation of Hop Hooligans continues unimpeded. They caught my attention first with brash and banging bitter IPAs, but this shows they're a dab hand at the gentler sort too.

Hops wanted

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Some big IPAs from Hopfully today, beginning with ThreeLeaves, their new St Patrick's Day special. This is a cold IPA of 6.3% ABV and brewed in collaboration with Milan's Birrificio WAR. It's a near-perfect clear golden colour and smells sharp and spicy, of pine resin and raw red onion. I'm happy to say that, for once with a cold IPA, the onion does not come through to the flavour. Instead it's all very west-coast, offering lemon zest, grapefruit rind, and then a harder pine resin in the finish. The clean, presumably lagered, base gives the hops a wonderfully clear platform to work their magic from: Chinook, Mosaic, Nectaron and Hallertau Mittelfrüh, for a fun mix of American and Germanic characteristics. There's no heat from the alcohol, but the gravity gives it a lovely smooth texture, making it delightfully quaffable, despite the welly. Maybe the next one will slow me down a bit.

This is Watchdog, a double New England-style IPA. It's 7.5% ABV and very hazy -- densely yellow with a fine foam on top. The hops are a simple fruity combination of Azacca and Amarillo, and that gives it an aroma of orange-flavoured chew sweets. The flavour isn't anything so sweet, and it's almost a little... funky. Maybe the bitterness of the previous beer was still hanging around, but I didn't get any of the anticipated candy from the flavour. Instead, it's a rather hard and waxy taste, with a savoury note of fried cabbage and roasted meat. There's a stern resinous side, and a dry, plasterboard rasp. Only at the very end is there any kind of sweetness: a concentrated orange cordial effect. There's not enough character here overall, and what's there isn't especially enjoyable. Hopfully is usually much better at this sort of thing.

A chance to turn things around is Moodlift, double IPA again, with the strength boosted to 8% ABV. It's explicitly in the west coast style, and while it's the right shade of amber, is a bit hazy as well, which spoils the effect a little. Again, I think they've low-balled the hops, because there's neither zest nor zing in the aroma and flavour. Talus, Chinook and Centennial should have more of a presence than is in evidence here. It smells only slightly of orange oil and tastes of pith and coconut, a little like there's Sorachi Ace in here, but nothing so strong or distinct. Although the body is heavy and chewy, it doesn't host a big malt or hop taste, and is sadly quite plain, all told.

I like a pisco sour cocktail, and I like a sour IPA, so Hopfully looked to be catering very much to my tastes with a sour IPA called Pisco Sour. They've got the visuals spot on: an opaque yellow/orange topped with a very fine white foam. You have to supply your own Angostura bitters, however. The aroma is surprisingly savoury: smoky, like charred embers or lapsang souchong tea. On tasting, that transforms into a very mild tartness; a bite of black lime rind or the aforementioned bitters. Behind it, there's a softer fruit side, more typical of hazy IPA, suggesting peaches and apricot. According to the can it's all done fairly simply, with a mix of Citra and Nelson Sauvin hops plus lime juice. That made me realise that the smoky thing is a more concentrated version of the diesel or kerosene I often get from Nelson, and it's unusual to find Citra taking any kind of a back seat. I would have liked more of its particular brand of lime sharpness, and indeed more sourness. Instead, this is a big softy, with all the fluffy texture which comes with 7.8% ABV but absolutely none of the heat. While fun and different, for sure, I question whether it should be badged as an IPA at all.

A late add at a more modest strength is Patience, a hazy IPA of 5.5% ABV. This is hopped with Chinook, Azacca, Comet and Citra so definitely shouldn't be lacking in hop character. Unfortunately, it is. The aroma is again quite bland with vanilla custard and little more than a distant squeeze of citrus. The flavour, too, is reticent, offering up minimal amounts of zest on an unforgivably thin base. The lack of hop taste leaves room for an unpleasant gritty and savoury side from the haze to creep in and muddy things up. If it were 4% ABV or less it might be understandable, even forgivable, but I know it's possible to give a beer of this strength a much more assertive and enjoyable hop side.

What happened here? The top one was glorious and then it all fell apart after that. I'll allow Hopfully an off day or two, but I hope they won't be making a habit of this.




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