I was deeply saddened to read the news from ATJ this morning as I woke with another.. another... crappy chest cold:
As for the beer brewed over here (a US version will be made later in the year with Wells’ yeast — get to the Philly Beer Week in June for the launch), there I was listening attentively, expecting Caligione to let the assembled know how he’d selected American hops and suggested this or that, but let’s not forget this is Dogfish Head. ‘We did a reduction of our 60 Minute IPA and this was then added to the boil in Bedford.’ I woke up. The idea of the chef as a brewer, which I think Caligione has always championed. ‘Yes, it’s a reduction of one beer used in the production of another,’ he repeated as if he thought we couldn’t believe what we were hearing. ‘We hope it’s the start of a long relationship.’
Another brewer - another nation - falls to the dark powers of the Collabatron X300. I hope - pray - not another soul. This is the Br-org perhaps? Could you have an anonymous collaboration? One without a press release or a launch? Would you notice it in the beer?
I could go on. In verse. But that's what #AlanandMaxBook is about. So let's be positive. Let's praise big beer for making better tastier beers at a great price. Let's praise those who would wisely defer over-investing in infrastructure while making great beers. Let us praise the younger, more interesting and maybe more respectful. Especially those who do not adulterate with barks, berries and boozy casks. Thanks be to those who favour the flavour of beer. But if you are going to go that way, maybe go crazy big.
What harm doth the jet set and the press pass wrought? Perhaps none. Yet, when writing back and forth with someone whose name is actually neither Boak or Bailey as it turns out, we turn to the writings of era before expert tasters arose, those who wrote of the experience and, perhaps, those who would more rationally place good beer in greater context. I would be very interested to know what the departed of that era - the prolific David Line or maybe even the apparently mad Ken Shales, Simon J's foreshadow - would have made of it all.