Our first beer and still the one we are judged on.
Three hops, late-added. Grapefruit and pine, dry enough to want a second. Brewed every week since 1974.
Thirty-eight days cold. Most lagers get twelve.
Decoction mashed, which is slow and awkward and the reason it tastes of bread rather than of nothing.
Roasted barley, a little chocolate malt, no sweetness.
A stout for people who find stout too sweet. Brewed October to March only.
Whatever the farms gave us that year.
Two a year, never repeated. The recipe goes on the label so you can argue with it.