Friday 11 June 2010

Orval’s rock star

I have a new brewing hero, or maybe that should be: I have had a new brewing hero added to my own personal pantheon. He’s a smallish guy, in his early 60s, possessed of a twinkle in the eye, only makes one beer, engages fulsomely with Brett and shuffles about his kingdom with the calm pace of a monk, which is just as well as his bosses are Cistercian monks (who answer to a higher authority). My new hero is Jean-Marie Rock, the man who for the past 25 years has been head of brewing at Orval, the Trappist beer that has enthralled and enriched my life since I first picked up a bottle from Oddbins in the 1980s. So there I was, along with Sharp’s head brewer Stuart Howe (a man from whom the description headstrong was surely created), walking across the loading bay at Orval. A couple of guys loading crates stared at a couple of poncy Brits in suits striding across their yard. ‘We’re here to see Jean-Marie,’ said Stuart in his cockney-accented French. Then behind us, through the glass doors, a beatific smile on his face, came Jean-Marie. ‘Get up you fool,’ I whispered to Stuart, all but down on one knee. There then followed the sort of intimate concourse with a brewer that makes beer-writing with all its faults and foilables worth the game. In the course of two hours, which concluded with several glasses of draught Orval (I’ve never had it this way before), Rock led us on a journey through the world of Orval. Myths were corrected — it’s only one yeast strain, not five as has been written elsewhere — while stuff that I didn’t know before was also imparted. Jean-Marie was patient, quietly and dryly humorous and everything the company of great brewers can be. ‘I love him’ said Stuart as we left. I know what he means.

11 comments:

  1. So how did the draught version taste?

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  2. Both Stuart and I thought it cleaner than it is in the bottle, I felt that the orangey character wasn’t as strong on the nose and that there was a hint of almond, but the bitterness and dryness were just as good as the bottle; it was also colder than I would have it in bottle. ,A brilliant experience though.

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  3. My life is brilliant.

    My life is brilliant.
    My love is pure.
    I saw an angel.
    Of that I'm sure.
    She smiled at me on the subway.
    She was with another man.
    But I won't lose no sleep on that,
    'Cause I've got a plan.

    You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
    You're beautiful, it's true.
    I saw your face in a crowded place,
    And I don't know what to do,
    'Cause I'll never be with you.

    Yeah, she caught my eye,
    As we walked on by.
    She could see from my face that I was,
    Flying high,
    And I don't think that I'll see her again,
    But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

    You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
    You're beautiful, it's true.
    I saw your face in a crowded place,
    And I don't know what to do,
    'Cause I'll never be with you.

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  4. Kieran — you’re right, I meant single strain for the four days in the fermenting vessels, then Brett into the bottles. I suppose I was thinking more about the stuff that had been written about the pre-bottling yeast. On the way back Stuart and I did wonder about what it would taste like without the dry-hopping and the Brett.

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  5. But did you get to meet this "higher authority" to whom you refer? I just don' t get it.

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  6. JP it’s horses for courses — just concentrate on the beer and you will be fine.

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  7. I've just read Stu's initial take on this - so funny to hear about him singing along to James Bleedin' Blunt - in spite of myself, I'd pay money to see that :~)
    http://brewingreality.blogspot.com/2010/06/flying-high.html

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  8. He was also eager to play Dutch Gabba music on his phone, which thankfully I foiled ;-))

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  9. (I just Youtubed Dutch Gabba - my word, the aural equivalent of Dutch "Bavaria" 8.6% Lager, with a Red Bull top)

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