A glass of this beer please, golden and gleaming like the last
rays of the sun at the end of a perfect day, the aura that surrounds the
elegant glass a reflection of the thirst that hangs around in my mouth with the
persistence of a memorable passage from, say, Shostakovich’s 1905 Symphony (4th movement maybe). Meantime’s Friesian Pilsener
is a beer I have wanted to try for a long time, wanted to really study, wanted
to sink into as if it were an ice-cold pool of glacier melt that would wake me
up for good, but it being a seasonal and me not being in the right place at the
right time has always been the foil of this desire. Did I mention desire? Can
you desire a beer? Yes, you can desire a generic beer to plague the demons of
thirst, but to desire a particular beer whose spec falls plumb centre in the
North German Pilsener tin tray of style is a different matter, a matter of more
consequence, the difference between a one night stand and falling in love. And
so yesterday I tried the beer that has been wandering in and out of my thoughts
for the past couple of years and disappointed I was not. As the name suggests,
it is to Jever that the brewmaster Alastair Hook turned on creating this beer,
and even though I love Jever I love Friesian Pilsener even more. It is as
crisp as St Crispin’s Day, bitey with a mailed fist bitter lemon character and
a Saaz-led hoppiness that leaves footprints in my mouth (I burp Saaz all
afternoon). Dryness finishes it off and I am offered another in the tasting
room of Meantime Brewery, where I have been invited to see these stainless
steel maturation tanks create a beer fugue that JS Bach would have been happy
to riff on if he could have found a way of playing beer. In this place time and
beer collide and spend a minimum of four weeks in each others’ company. And at
the altar where the brewers come and go and check the flow you can look down on
this endless landscape of metal, evidence of Meantime’s commitment to the
management of time. Oh and while I’m at it, time for another.
Ever since you spoke about liking Joyce, I keep thinking your more positive reviews are going to end with "and yes I said yes I will Yes".
ReplyDeleteAs Crisp as St Crispin's day? that might be a personal best for you, mate! Always a pleasure....!
ReplyDeleteBP — and she stayed with Bloom and they all lived happily ever after until a shell landed on their house in 1916…and her last word was no…
ReplyDeleteCheers Leigh