dickTed
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As a result of bad planning or something - I ran out of beer.
I've got one brew bottled that's taking a long time to carbonate (I know, I'm saving up for some kegs and a fridge) and another in secondary that just started bubbling again - and doesn't know when to stop.
Had to buy a box of Coopers Sparkling Ale.
The Sparkling ale kit brew I just finished on Friday was better, so my natural conclusion is that their kit beers are better than their own brews. Perhaps it was the Safale or the Hallertau?
Anyway, to ease my usual Sunday hangover, I cracked a bottle of Grand Ridge Gippsland Gold.
If you look straight through the glass into the light it's cherry red. On a slight angle it's roasted orange, and on more of an angle it's golden amber.
Then the aroma hit me like a ton of beer coupons.
It was like Mum's Banana cake, caramel cookies and gooseberry pie all coming out of the oven at the same time. It also smelled just like piles and piles of brand new $100 notes.
It was a ravishingly beautiful seductress cooing in a husky whisper "Drink me".
I woofed down a big swig, closed my eyes, and said to her "Take me away baby"
.... and here I am.
I've got one brew bottled that's taking a long time to carbonate (I know, I'm saving up for some kegs and a fridge) and another in secondary that just started bubbling again - and doesn't know when to stop.
Had to buy a box of Coopers Sparkling Ale.
The Sparkling ale kit brew I just finished on Friday was better, so my natural conclusion is that their kit beers are better than their own brews. Perhaps it was the Safale or the Hallertau?
Anyway, to ease my usual Sunday hangover, I cracked a bottle of Grand Ridge Gippsland Gold.
If you look straight through the glass into the light it's cherry red. On a slight angle it's roasted orange, and on more of an angle it's golden amber.
Then the aroma hit me like a ton of beer coupons.
It was like Mum's Banana cake, caramel cookies and gooseberry pie all coming out of the oven at the same time. It also smelled just like piles and piles of brand new $100 notes.
It was a ravishingly beautiful seductress cooing in a husky whisper "Drink me".
I woofed down a big swig, closed my eyes, and said to her "Take me away baby"
.... and here I am.