uk crafts

Sechshundertfünfundsiebzigstes Bier:

Innis & Gunn
Lager Beer
4,6% vol.
Edinburgh, UK

Goldgelb, mit schwach malzigem Geruch und leichter Hafermote. Geschmacklich dann erwartungsgemäß recht weich durch den “Goldigen Hafer” (sic!) und gut malzig. Mir persönlich fast eine Spur zu süß. Im Nachtrunk schließlich würzig.

The secret of life is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for the rest of your life. And the most important thing is, it must be something you cannot possibly do.

Town Mill in Lyme Regis, UK, is a working watermill complex dating from 1340, and now housing art galleries, craft shops, a pottery, a micro-brewery, a cheesemonger and a great café. The mill itself is worth looking round: it’s powered by a giant waterwheel, which produces hydroelectricity (some of which is sold back to the National Grid) and also turns the grinding stones to make the organic flour sold in the mill’s shop.

Innis & Gunn Bourbon Dark Ale (7.4% abv)

Poor ol’ Innis & Gunn, amongst the larger UK craft beer community these Scottish dudes are kinda seen as the brewery equivalent of that creepy uncle whose stained rain coat seems to crawl of it’s own accord if you mistakenly get to close, no, that’s unfair. They’re like that dog in your grandparents small town that spends it’s days urinating on old ladies feet and snarling at small children like it want’s to eat their faces off in front of their parents. Nah, that’s not right either. They’re more like that bore of a fixture at the local pub who can drain someone’s life force with just a few words in his monotone drawl. What I mean is, most who know ‘em have learned to steer clear. 

This was a gift. I&G’s commitment to mediocrity has burned me too many times before and these days I walk past their bottles of couldn’t-give-a-fuckery without a second glance. So it was with some trepidation that I opened the really quite lovely box and popped the cap on that equally attractive bottle. Maybe this wasn’t gonna be so bad… 

A sip and… Slap me ‘round the chops with a wet dildo and call me Clarence! This really isn’t so bad at all. Like stewed dark stone fruits smothered in bourbon caramel sauce and garnished with a random twig. It’s unsurprisingly sweet and malty, the bourbon is restrained but evident throughout, and a lurking spicy earthiness develops towards the finish. It’s smooth, medium bodied and err, delicately carbed (or well, flat), but those well crafted and complex yet subtle and easy drinking flavours really did a number on my taste buds. I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed it and even think I’ll try and grab a few more if I can.

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