Thursday, 25 August 2016

Random Dutch beers (part thirty-nine)

It's 1 PM, Saturday and sun is shining. Time to hide inside and drink more Dutch beers. It's no wonder I'm such a healthy white colour.

Andrew has already appeared and uttered his standaard: "Can I have 30 euros, Mama?" He got downstairs before I cracked my first beer of the day. Not sure which of us that reflects best on.

Another beer from oldish/new Utrecht brewery, De Leckere:

De Leckere Paulus, 7.5% ABV
I see it's billed as Koyt, a venerable and once extinct Dutch beer style.Looking at the ingredients, I can see they aren't joking: it contains barley, oat and wheat malt. The colour is pale yellow. Which I think is right. Nice orangey, malty aroma. Surprisingly light for the ABV. Not a huge amount of hop presence. Other than that, I'd have mistaken it for a Tripel. A pleasant enough beer.

"Do you want to try my beer, Andrew?"

"No, not right now, Dad"

"It wasn't a question."

He wanders off before I can force him to take a sip. Bastard.

It's been a quieter week, thank Stalin. Though I did assemble a 730 page book. And noticed I had another book I'd never published. I've so many manuscripts, it's difficult to keep track of them all.

Gebrouwen door Vrouwen Tricky Tripel, 7.8% ABV
Mmm Is this the elderflower beer again? Smells like it. No, it's more like coriander. I'll stick with spicy, as a description. Like walking through a sea of grass and then sniffing your kecks. Or something like that. My word mill is all ground out. Let's see if the flavour can get it grinding again. No, hasn't worked. Orange, spice and a warming undercurrent of alcohol. That'll do. The alcohol, I mean, not my rubbish description.

Me and Dolores are off to Butcher's Tears soon. For their third anniversary do. It's perfect. Just around the corner, so no need to brave the tourist hordes in the town centre. Though it's threatening to rain. Bastard weather.

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Let's Brew Wednesday - 1940 William Younger P Btlg

Let’s move to the other end of Pale Ale spectrum at William Younger. With a luvverly watery beer, P. But not just any P, the bottling version of P.

You know what it looks like to me? A post-war 60/-. They were usually around 1030º. And pretty lightly hopped. Both of which characteristics this beer shares. During the first half of the 20th century Scottish brewers really knocked down their hopping rates. Leaving their beers much less hoppy than those from south of the border.

Whitbread’s XX Mild Ale from the same year contained almost twice as many hops, while having only a slightly higher OG (1031.5º) . The same was true of Barclay Perkins weaker Mild, A and X (1029º and 1032º) which had around 50% more hops than P. And remember that these beers are Mild, not Pale Ales.

You may have already spotted one unusual feature of this beer. It’s all malt. There’s a simple explanation for that. Pre-war, Younger’s recipes were mostly just pale malt and grits. The war made all maize products unobtainable, as it needed to be imported. At the time there was no maize grown in the UK.  Later in the war brewers used either oats or flaked barley as a replacement for maize.

I assume the relatively high OG is to stop the beer tasting too thin. It also means you’ve got zero chance of getting pissed on it. It’s not even 2.5% ABV.

Do let me know if you brew this. I’d love to know how it tastes.

1940 William Younger P Btlg
pale malt 6.50 lb 100.00%
Fuggles 90 min 0.50 oz
Fuggles 30 min 0.50 oz
Goldings dry hops 0.125 oz
OG 1028
FG 1010
ABV 2.38
Apparent attenuation 64.29%
IBU 14
Mash at 154.5º F
Sparge at 160º F
Boil time 105 minutes
pitching temp 63.5º F
Yeast WLP028 Edinburgh Ale

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Something else I forgot

Another book. Can you believe it? I forgot about it. Mostly put together last year, fiddled with this week. Polished up with my patented turd buffer.

A guidebook to (bits) of a country that no longer exists. Descriptions of beers that haven't been brewed for decades. Ratings for razed pubs. So useful. [insert time machine joke].

All of the bits. No, not all. Quite a few of the bits I've written about the DDR in the last 20-odd years. Mostly totally, totally useless information.

You can buy it here, if your head has a few too many bumps:

Another cracking cover from Alexei. Much better than the useless crap inside. It's an old trick. Classy cover, rubbish inside.

Drinkers want cheaper not stronger beer

Cripps budget in April 1950 didn’t please everyone. The tax on beer was cut, but the government forced brewers to increase the strength of beer rather than reduce the price.

I’m not sure why the government didn’t want the price to fall. That’s certainly what those in the trade wanted. And I can understand why. But I’ll let someone with personal experience explain:

Sir Stafford Cripps is out of touch with public opinion, says Mr. G. B. Green, President of the Cheltenham Licensed Victuallers' Association.

"The public want a cheaper, not a stronger beer. The three per cent gravity increase is just a 'sweetener.'

"We licensees are very grieved that there has been no reduction in price. We had quite expected it.

"I think the public generally is quite satisfied with the beer at present on the market. It's a good, honest beer.

"But— it's too expensive."

Brewing of the new Cripps special stronger beer will begin at the Cheltenham and Hereford Breweries "in the next day or two."

Mr. N. H. R. Wardle, manager of the Brewery, told the "Echo" to-day that it was not possible to say how soon the higher gravity beer would be available to the consumer.

Bottled beer, he explained. required up to three weeks' conditioning; draught beer, about a week.

Complicated instructions concerning the brewing of the stronger beer were received by the Brewery from the Customs and Excise authorities during the morning.

Commenting on Sir Stafford's Budget decision to increase the gravity of beer instead of making any alteration in the price, Mr. Wardle said:

"We are sorry that the Chancellor has not considered it possible to lower the duty on beer, but at the same time we feel that the public will appreciate a stronger beer for the same money.

"But I doubt if the new strength will do anything to increase sales.

"There is lot of disappointment among licensees who had hoped for a price reduction which would arrest the present decline trade." ,
Gloucestershire Echo - Wednesday 19 April 1950, page 1.

A small increase in strength was likely to have marginal impact on demand for beer. While a decrease in price almost certainly would have increased sales. And revenue to the government. Which makes their decision to increase beer gravity even stranger.

Here’s what the changes meant in terms of tax and gravity:

Ordinary Mild

old rate new rate
tax per standard barrel 4120.5 3852 3852 3852
OG 1030 1030 1032 1033
tax per 36-gallon barrel 2247.55 2101.09 2241.16 2311.2
tax per pint 7.80 7.30 7.78 8.03

Ordinary Bitter
old rate new rate
tax per standard barrel 4120.5 3852 3852 3852
OG 1035 1035 1037 1038
tax per 36-gallon barrel 2622.14 2451.27 2591.35 2661.38
tax per pint 9.10 8.51 9.00 9.24

The tax cut amounted to about 0.5d per pint on Ordinary Mild and Bitter. An increase in gravity by 3º left breweries slightly out of pocket, if they continued to sell the beer at the same price.

Note what a huge percentage of the retail price the tax amounted to. At this time a pint of Mild retailed for about 13d per pint, Ordinary Bitter 15d. Doesn’t leave a huge margin for either brewer or publican.

Monday, 22 August 2016

Hull prefers fags to stronger beer

Despite an increase in the strength of beer in 1950, beer sales in Hull were down.

Breweries had an explanation: money was tight and drinkers used what little money they had on cigarettes rather than beer.


BREWERY SPOKESMEN in Hull today confirmed that beer sales are down in the city as well as in the country, and they all gave one reason —lack of money.

Current slump in Hull's fishing industry has had the biggest effect on Hull ale consumption. Home from sea the typical trawlerman spent a good slice of his big earnings on beer. Now the money has gone and the beer, though 10 per cent, stronger, stays unsold.

Sales of wines, spirits, and bottled beer are also down.

"I'm a non-smoker myself." said one brewery chief. " I've no prejudice against smoking, but if 1/- was taken off the price of a packet of cigarettes, our sales would go up. Most people insist on putting their fags first. Even if we could double the gravity of beer, they would still make cigarettes No. 1 and ale No. 2."

Another expert said. "Shortage of money has brought a four per cent decrease in beer sales, but the confirmed drinkers are still spending to the limit of their spare cash."

A third said. Some clubs in Hull are doing very well on beer sales, but public-houses in the fish dock area are having a thin time." Even so, brewers are having to order more hops this year, because of the increased gravity, which is appreciated by the seasoned drinker and which sometimes puts the unseasoned under the table, or into court.”
Hull Daily Mail - Tuesday 08 August 1950, page 3.

You may not remember this, but the average gravity of beer only went up by 2º, or by about 0.2% ABV. Not really enough difference to put the unwary under the table or in hospital.

I can think of a good reason why people would choose fags first – they’re addicted to nicotine. Unless you’re a raging alcy, giving up beer would be way easier than going cold turkey on ciggies.

“spending to the limit of their spare cash" sounds very much like me in my younger days with regard to buying beer. A perfectly logical approach, if you ask me.

I’ll end with some figures that show it wasn’t just in Hull that beer consumption was falling. It was a national trend.

UK beer production, consumption, average OG and tax 1947 - 1952
UK 1947 1948 1949 1950 1951 1952
Production 29,261,398 30,408,634 26,990,144 26,513,997 24,891,746 25,156,489
Consumption 30,011,879 31,067,391 27,611,545 27,311,390 25,597,793 25,850,381
Exports 109,680 205,098 254,147 221,210 275,433 267,390
Imports 860,161 863,855 875,548 1,018,603 981,480 961,282
Production Irish Republic 1,952,583 1,988,580 2,119,583 2,304,668 2,279,655 2,339,224
Duty per standard barrel 286s 5.5d 325s 5d 364s 4.5d 343s 4.5d 321s 321s
Average OG 1032.59 1032.66 1033.43 1033.88 1036.99 1037.07
Brewers' Almanack 1955, p. 57
Brewers' Almanack 1955, p. 50
Brewers' Almanack 1955, p.107-110

Sunday, 21 August 2016

Köpenick (part two)

It is with a certain amount of dread that I walk down the steps to the Keller. Have they have fucked it up?

Luckily, they haven’t. Little has changed from my memories, other than a coat of paint and a new bar counter. Still looks pretty classy. Much classier than the prices.

There’s a smattering of other diners, but not too many. It is after 2 PM, so not that surprising. We grab a table for two next a long and very nicely laid out one. Very posh.

It’s been at least 10 minutes since my last beer. Best order something quickly. Oh look, they’ve got Köstritzer Schwarzbier on draught. Not had a pint of that for ages. That’ll do nicely. Dolores opts for a Wernesgrüner Pils. I’m impressed by how DDR the beer selection is. They may well have sold Wernesgrüner in the old days, it being fairly posh here back then, too. Can’t say I was ever that impressed with the stuff myself or Radeberger. I much preferred the Pilseners of Thüringen.

We’re only after something light. Dolores opts for one of her favourite things: raw minced pork.

“Not much cooking for the chef to do there.” I quip.

Did I mention that Dolores’s paternal grandmother was from East Prussia? Dolores’s paternal grandmother came from East Prussia. Which is why Dolores knows how to make Königsberger Klopse, a type of boiled meatball. After I order a portion, I realise I’ve a bit of a Kö- theme going on: Ratskeller Köpenick, Köstritzer Schwarzbier, Königsberger Klopse.

We’re halfway through our meal when we realise why the long table looks so posh. A wedding party turns up. It’s slightly odd when the speeches start, as we’re sitting right next to them. Like less fashionable relations at a satellite table.

Did I mention how ridiculously cheap it is? A meal each, 2 pints for me and a pint and a half for Dolores comes to €32.80. A bargain. Especially as it was also really tasty.

All prandialled-up, we set off to stretch our legs a little.  Our destination is Schloss Köpenick, a baroque palace. I have vague memories of visiting it last time we were down this way all those years ago. It’s not much of a leg-stretcher, being not much more than 100 metres.

The palace itself doesn’t seem to be open, so we go and sit in the garden. Just as well I’ve my emergency pint with me. I suck on that as we watch another wedding party have their photos taken. I can see why they chose here. It’s a very pretty spot. And a short stroll from the Rathaus where I assume the official formalities took place.

It’s pretty obvious this must have originally been a castle. The centre of Köpenick is on an island and the Schloss is on a smaller island off that. An obvious spot for a settlement and fortification.

When the photographer has done his work and my emergency pint is used up, it’s time to move on. Not to worry. A brewery is just a few steps away. One I’d wanted to visit for a while.

Not just any old brewery. What claims to be the smallest commercial brewery in Germany. I won’t argue with them. Their kettle is tiny. Really tiny. Most serious home brewers have larger kit.

It’s a strange sort of place. Basically a glass cube in the middle of the square. There’s a bit of seating inside, but far more room at outside tables. Which is where me and Dolores park our arses, trying to stay upwind of the smokers. Of which there are plenty.

For a German brewpub, the beer range isn’t bad. Not just the dreaded Helles, Dunkles, Weizen trio, all served very green. I don’t understand how anyone can drink the godawful Helles many brewpubs offer. Here there’s also a Pale Ale a Kirsch-Chilli Bier and, what most impressed me, Köpenicker Moll, a local style.

They say on their website that the recipe was developed from archive material and in collaboration with a historian. But I’ve learnt to be pretty cynical about these things. Without more details about the recipe, it’s hard for me to judge how authentic the beer is.

The beers are pleasant enough. Definitely drinkable, which isn’t always a given. We have a couple before wending our way back to the S-Bahn station.

It’s been a fun day out. Köpenick hasn’t disappointed.

Ratskeller Köpenick,
Alt Köpenick 21,
12555 Berlin.
Tel: + 49 (0)30 6 55 51 78
Fax: +49 (0)30 65 47 27 49

Draught beers: Wernesgrüner Pils, Köstritzer Schwarzbier, Erdinger Hefeweizen and Guinness

Schlossplatzbrauerei Köpenick
Grünstraße 24
12555 Berlin- Köpenick
Tel. : 030 42096876

Saturday, 20 August 2016

1939 William Younger Ext

Another Scottish beer, but this time probably more like what you would expect.

Ext – which probably stands for Export – was William Younger’s top of the range Pale Ale. I’m still struggling to make sense of their beer range. There seem to be far more beers that necessary. But this one I think I can place. It’s not  million miles away from Drybrough 80/- of the same year. That had an OG of 1050 and was the forerunner of their post-war Export.

The term “Export” for a strong Pale Ale seems to have come into use before the war. While “Light” and “Heavy” I’ve only seen used after the war. At least in terms of Pale Ale. Heavy was sometimes used for Strong Ales – like Fowler’s Wee Heavy – earlier, but not for a mid-strength Pale Ale.

The recipe is pretty dull, just pale malt and grits. And one type of hops, plus dry hops. At least it’s only 20% grits this time. Not too crazy.

For a Scottish beer the attenuation is pretty reasonable at over 70%. Leaving a beer with over 5% ABV. The FG should be much easier to achieve than with the under-attenuated ones.

I don’t have much more to add, other than that you can colour it darker with caramel, if the fancy takes you. I doubt it was always – if ever – sold as brewed. That’s the Scots for you. They loved their caramel.

1939 William Younger Ext
pale malt 10.00 lb 80.00%
grits 2.50 lb 20.00%
Fuggles 90 min 1.25 oz
Fuggles 30 min 1.25 oz
Goldings dry hops 0.25 oz
OG 1054
FG 1015
ABV 5.16
Apparent attenuation 72.22%
IBU 30
Mash at 153º F
Sparge at 160º F
Boil time 105 minutes
pitching temp 60º F
Yeast WLP028 Edinburgh Ale

Friday, 19 August 2016

Progressive year for all but brewers

By 1950 things were starting to pick up in Britain. For many industries it was boom time. But not for all of them.

Edinburgh’s breweries were having a rather difficult time:

Progressive year for all but brewers

A review of trade and industry in Edinburgh during 1950 presents a cheerful picture. Engineering firms are in a very much better position than they were a year ago; printers report that they have had a “very full year”; while retailers of other than luxury goods and particularly those in the furniture and furnishing lines, report improved business which has been checked only a little by the rising prices in recent months.

Of the city’s main industries, brewing has had, perhaps, the least successful year. Over the past six months there is a reported reduction in consumption of beer of something under 10 per cent. On the other hand, production is still in excess of pre-war., exports of bottled beer are better than last year and the Christmas trade in bottled beers is reported to be going extremely well. One brewer thought that the reduction in home consumption over past months had been noticeable without being calamitous. In a few cases there have been staff reductions and certain subsidiary trades have been affected. In this industry, as in most others, rising costs have provided one of the year’s biggest problems, and many brewers are hoping that the Chancellor of the Exchequer may reduce the tax on their products in 1951.”
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 06 January 1951, page 7.

The prominence given to the brewing industry in the article is a sign of its importance to the city. Edinburgh had quite a few decent-sized breweries, which brewed far more beer than could be drunk in th city, or even in the whole country. Scotland was a big exporter of beer both to England and abroad. Not only did brewing provide employment, it also brought money into the city.

The importance of exports over domestic trade is highlighted by the fact that a 10% drop in local consumption wasn’t a disaster for the industry. Let’s take a look at some numbers.

Bum. That’s annoying. I don’t have the output of the UK constituent countries for the years 1937 to 1950. That’s really irritating. You’ll have to make do with the numbers I do have. They are fascinating. And are making me rethink some of what I’ve written about Scottish brewing after WW II.

Beer production 1932 - 1959 (bulk barrels)
Year UK Production Production Scotland % Scotland
1932 20,790,812 918,000 4.42%
1933 17,950,303 1,002,000 5.58%
1934 20,182,308 1,089,000 5.40%
1935 20,864,814 1,179,000 5.65%
1936 21,969,763 1,236,000 5.63%
1951 24,891,746 2,000,000 8.03%
1952 25,156,489 2,019,000 8.03%
1953 24,883,227 2,106,000 8.46%
1954 24,582,303 1,981,000 8.06%
1955 23,934,215 2,068,000 8.64%
1956 24,551,158 2,086,000 8.50%
1957 24,506,524 2,156,000 8.80%
1958 24,647,978 2,111,000 8.56%
1959 23,783,833 2,226,000 9.36%
Brewers' Almanack 1955, p. 50
Brewers' Almanack 1962, p. 48
"A History of the Brewing Industry in Scotland" by Ian Donnachie, 1998, page 237.

In the early 1950’s, beer production was much higher than before WW II. But while beer production fell slightly in the UK as a whole between 1951 and 1959, in Scotland it increased. And the percentage of the UK’s breer that was brewed in Scotland increased from 5.63% in 1936 to 9.36% in 1959.

Here’s me been saying that Scottish brewers suffered from loss of export markets in the 1950’s as the Empire melted away. Yet this shows Scottish brewers doing better than those in England. I’ll need to go away and have a think about this. Looks like I might have been talking out of my arse again.

Thursday, 18 August 2016


Dolores and I really got to know each other in Berlin. We’d met a few times, corresponded a lot. Truth comes when you look into each other’s eyes.

That we met in Berlin wasn’t by whim or design. We couldn't easily meet anywhere else, Dolores being a citizen of East Germany.

In the cold dark days of the, er, Cold War, travelling to an Eastern block country was a right palaver. You had to go to the embassy to apply for a visa. A total pain. Berlin, though, was another story.

Weird rules applied in Berlin. Despite being the capital of the DDR, you didn’t need a visa in advance like everywhere else in the country. You could buy one at the door. For 24 hours. Nae probs, a weekend is only 48 hours, just need to recross the border once. 

Already living in Amsterdam. I could jump on a train Friday night and be in Berlin by 6 AM. Leave East Berlin and re-enter it without leaving Friedrichstrasse station and get another 24 hours. Then take the night tram back to the flat. Happy days.

We must have spent at least a dozen weekends in Berlin in 1987 and 1988. Plenty of time to explore the city. My visa was only valid in Berlin, but fortunately the city’s boundaries are very generous. There was a large area I could legally visit. Though, in reality, I could probably have jumped on a train to Leipzig and no-one would have been the wiser.

I can’t remember why we visited Köpenick. It might have been because of the palace. There’s a baroque job that used to belong to the Prussian royal family. Frederick the Great used it. Or it may have been simply because that was as far as I could go and remain in Berlin.

Eating in the Ratskeller, I do remember. Under a grand gothic revival vaulted cellar. Quite posh, but, it being the DDR, still dirt cheap. For me. All those Ostmarks I was forced to buy had to get used up somehow. In particular, I remember what I drank. Because it was a first time thing. Tokay.

The Tokay I’d read about in Gide’s “Les Faux Monnayeurs”. It seemed wonderfully exotic. Not something I’d come across in the pubs of Leeds or Newark. Seeing it in the DDR was a surprise. It didn’t disappoint. Feeling supremely sophisticated, I sipped it slowly.

“Do you fancy going to Köpenick, Dolores?”

“What’s there?”

“Don’t you remember eating there before we were married? In the Ratskeller.”

“Yes. So?”

“Would you fancy going back? There’s also a little brewery close by.”

“Why is that no surprise?”

On the way to the S-Bahn station we drop by the Getränkemarkt. To look for Tannenzäpfle with the retro fifties label. I can’t find any so pick up a bottle of Tegernsee Spezial instead. Not sure why. But a spare bottle of beer is always handy to have to hand.

It’s a surprisingly quick journey, despite the distance and a change in Ostkreuz.  But I’m still in urgent need of a wee when we arrive in Köpenick.

“I need a wee. I’m going to nip into that pub.”

Dolores declines and heads instead for the chemist opposite.

It’s not the fanciest of pubs. But the barmaid insists on pouring my Pils the slow, multi-step way. All very nice, except when you’re waiting for her to finish so you can rush to the bog.

There’s a new shopping centre next to the station. That wasn’t there before. I remember it looking like typical late 19th-century Berlin. Except perhaps a little crumblier. Past the shopping centre, it’s more like what I remember. Though obviously much less crumbly.

When we get to the Rathaus I ask Dolores “Fancy eating in the Ratskeller?”

“It looks posh. Probably too expensive.”

I check the price list and it’s remarkably reasonable. Cheap enough even for Dolores. In Amsterdam we’d be limited to eating in FEBO for a similar price.

Inside it looks . . . . well, you’ll have to wait until next time to discover about Ratskeller’s interior. Because it’s time for my bed now.

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Exhibition Ale

Breweries were very proud of winning medals in beer competitions. They still are, now I think about it.

I've found loads of adverts bigging up victories. But were they playing fair? Were they entering their standard beers, or were they brewing up something special? (It's an accusation that's been thrown around more recently, too.) I only know this: I've found a few brews in the logs marked as being for an exhibition or competition.

Of course, some stretched the rules. So why shouldn't I?

August is competition entry time. For beer hacks like me. Not just the British one now, but the US one, too. Time for me me rush out my exhibition tome. A book mostly intended as a competition entry.

As a lowly blogger and occasional magazine writer, I like to have something more lumpy to throw at the judges. Something that looks vaguely like a book, rather than just some flimsy internet crap.

Last year's effort I thought one of my best books. Vaguely coherent and with jokes. Hang on, I'll just check how many copies I've shifted of it . . . . . wow . . eleven . . . but I bought six of those. An impressive five actual sales. I doubt this year's exhibition book will match that.

What can the three or four of you expect this year? You remember all those filler posts maquerading as beer reviews? With elastic bands and selotape I've made something resembling a book out of them. If you don't look too closely. I'm, really selling this, aren't I?

Should you feel inclined, you can waste your money here:

Sorry, but it's dead expensive because I want the images in colour.

I'd buy a copy as an investment if I were you. Assuming you can track me down to sign it. It'll be one of the rarest of my many rare books. I'm buying 20 copies, signing them and burying them. The map showing where they are is the kids' inheritance. I plan drinking away the house. (Don't tell Dolores that.)

Let's Brew Wednesday - 1939 William Younger XXX

Now I’ve started I may as well do the set of William Younger 1939 Mild Ales. This is the stronger version, XXX.

I’m not going to pretend that it’s hugely different from XX. It contains exactly the same ingredients, though the proportions are slightly different. Slightly less pale malt and a little more of everything else. It’s not a massive difference.

This beer slips perfectly into what I would call the Ordinary Mild slot. A beer that would have cost 5d a pint in London. In the late 1930’s, there were three types of Mild in London. 4d Ale at 1030º at 4d per pint; Mild at 1037º at 5d per pint and Best Mild at 1043º at 6d per pint. With the middle one being the most popular. Though not every brewery made all three types.

The crappy degree of attenuation – the lactose won’t help – leaves XXX at just over 3% ABV. So it must have been quite a full-bodied beer. An FG of 1014º is high for a beer with a relatively low OG. But clearly that’s what the brewery was aiming for. As I mentioned for XX, this is really a watered-down No. 1 Strong Ale. The grists are very similar, except there’s no invert sugar in the No. 1.

Again I assume that this was primarily sold south of the border. This class of beer didn’t exist in Scotland. At least I haven’t found another similar Scottish beer. William Younger seems to have stuck with brewing proper Milds – not just a low-gravity Pale Ale with added sugar – much longer than anyone else in Scotland. Extensive trade in England (not just the Northeast of England where many Scottish brewers were active and Mild was also a rarity) is the most obvious explanation.

Even by the standards of Mild the hopping rate is very low. Barclay’s X, a beer of a similar gravity, contained three times the volume of hops. While Whitbread X contained four times as many. Younger XX and XXX are some of the most lightly-hopped British beers I’ve ever come across.

1939 William Younger XXX
pale malt 5.25 lb 64.42%
crystal malt 60L 0.50 lb 6.13%
mild malt 0.40 lb 4.91%
grits 1.25 lb 15.34%
invert sugar 0.25 lb 3.07%
lactose 0.50 lb 6.13%
liquorice 0.25 oz
Fuggles 90 min 0.50 oz
Fuggles 30 min 0.25 oz
Goldings dry hops 0.25 oz
OG 1037
FG 1014
ABV 3.04
Apparent attenuation 62.16%
IBU 11
Mash at 154º F
Sparge at 160º F
Boil time 105 minutes
pitching temp 61º F
Yeast WLP028 Edinburgh Ale

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Random Dutch beers (part thirty-eight)

Back again with my bollocky stuff.

I had last weekend, being in Berlin. This time last week I was drinking Czech Lageron Karl-Marx-Allee with Dolores. And eating really nice food. of the chunky, meaty variety, mostly.

Love the Berlin International Beer Festival. The least nerdy beer festival I know. Barely a beard in sight. But loads of 'taches. Some truly horrendous beers. But loads from smallish German and Czech breweries. A rare chance to try dark and semi-dark Lagers.

Cornelia Blond 6.5%, ABV
I got this from Deen, I think. Just after Christmas. Which has me thinking. Yeah, as I thought. Signs of oxidation. I've left it too long. Not fair to give an opinion, as it's clearly seen better days. Like eating the corn flake packet rather than its contents.

That doesn't stop me offering Dolores a try.

"Do you want to try my beer, Dolores?"

"I just drank some wine. Can I enjoy that first?"

Grudgingly, "I suppose so."

A few minutes later. "Do you want to try my beer, Dolores?"

"It looks like a horrible one.

"It's from Deen."

"OK. Mm. Not too bad. What's that on your shirt? It was clean this morning."

I've been assembling my competition book this weekend. A panic throw-together, rushed out to meet the Beer Hacks' award deadline. This year's will be called Home!. You'll discover why soon.

Oedipus Thai Thai, 8% ABV
An Amsterdam beer. Though, very honestly, the label tells me that it was brewed by Scheldebrouwerij in Belgium. I've drunk this several times before. A Tripel made with Thai spices. Something that could easily be a lorry stuck on a level crossing hit by an airliner. I quite like it. Oddly, I find the result reminiscent of Tripel Karmeliet. That's a compliment.

Talking of Oedipus, I was at another beer festival yeasterday that they host. The Kimchi Festival. It started as a food festival, but has been getting beerier by the year. It's a beer festival* with food now. Mostly local and small. Or very small. Its odd location over the water on the former NDSM shipyard site keeps all but the most informed and determined tourist out.

Excuse me if I go all touristist, but it really is getting beyond a joke in Amsterdam. Send the tourists back to touristonia, I say. Town's full of them, suddenly stopping and standing, walking blindly in front of trams and generally getting in my bloody way. Bastards. And stumbling around, stinking of weed, pissing their kecks. Or was that my visiting friends?

"Do you want to try my beer, Andrew?"


"Why not?"

"Because I've only just got up."

"That didn't stop me."

"Do you want to try my beer, Dolores?"

"No, it's that horrible one."

"It's a diffferent one. From Oedipus. It has Thai spices in it."

"I wouldn't have said that that. I can't taste them"

* Serving a proper fucking measure this year. In a lined glass. Most were well over the 15 cl line. About 2 cl. For 2 euros a pop. Not bad at all for the 8% ABV and above stuff I was going for.

Monday, 15 August 2016

UK beer exports average value per barrel 1950 – 1952

The title says it all. Believe me, it’s not quite as dull as it might sound.

As usual, I couldn’t resist extrapolating other figures from the table supplied. Having the value and volume of beer exported to each destination, it was simple enough to calculate the average price of each barrel.

I expected that the prices would be roughly similar for each destination. It turns out that’s way wide of the the mark. In a very surprising way. First though, a little contextualisation in terms of prices. At this time a pint of Ordinary Mild retailed for around 1s a pint. That comes to a bit over £14 for a 36-gallon barrel. Bitter retailing at 1s 4d per pint was around £19 per barrel.

Though obviously a big chunk of that was the tax. About £9 for a barrel of Mild at 1030º and £12 for Bitter at 1040º. The brewer would get the tax returned through “drawback” if were exported, of course.

Hopefully that makes these numbers more understandable.

UK beer exports average value per barrel 1950 - 1952
destination 1950 1951 1952
imports £4.69 £4.89 £5.77
To British West Africa  £12.31 £12.99 £13.59
Malaya  £12.34 £12.79 £14.38
Hong Kong £12.88 £13.18 £14.18
Australia £12.33 £12.98 £13.54
British West Indies £15.48 £15.86 £17.01
Other Commonwealth Countries and the Irish Republic £11.20 £12.70 £13.03
Belgium £6.65 £6.31 £6.62
Other Foreign Countries £13.35 £13.98 £14.68
Total £11.44 £12.11 £12.57
re-exports £16.95 £17.99 £18.59
"Brewers Guardian 1953" February, page 81.

See what the big surprise is? Belgium. The value per barrel is half what it was elsewhere. I’m still scratching my head trying to work out why.

I understand why the West Indies tops the list. The beer sent there was mostly Foreign Extra Stout or Strong Scotch Ale. Strong, expensibe beers. But hang on. Strong Scotch Ale was a lot of what went to Belgium. So wht was the average value of exports to there worth just half as much? It makes absolutely no sense to me.

It’s interesting to see how much cheaper imported beer was than that exported. Even cheaper than the beer sent to Belgium. Though I can sort of see some sense there. Most imports were Lager. But not full-stregnth Continental Lager. No, it was stuff brewed especially watery for the UK. Like the 3.2% ABV version of Heineken Pils.

I think I’ll end with another table. This time showing the price per pint of imports and exports.

UK beer exports averageprice per pint 1950 - 1952
destination 1950 1951 1952
imports 3.91 4.08 4.80
To British West Africa  10.25 10.82 11.32
Malaya  10.28 10.66 11.99
Hong Kong 10.73 10.98 11.81
Australia 10.28 10.82 11.28
British West Indies 12.90 13.22 14.18
Other Commonwealth Countries and the Irish Republic 9.33 10.58 10.86
Belgium 5.54 5.26 5.52
Other Foreign Countries 11.12 11.65 12.24
Total 9.53 10.10 10.47
re-exports 14.13 14.99 15.49

Remember, a pint of draught beer cost 12 – 18d down the pub.

Sunday, 14 August 2016

Portsmouth & Brighton United Breweries beers in 1952

Sorry. More price list stuff. I just can’t resist. Especially as I have lots of details for this brewery’s beers.

Let’s kick off with the price list:

Portsmouth Evening News - Thursday 20 November 1952, page 7.

Let’s get stuck in. There are five draught beers in total. Which is quite a lot for the early 1950s. Many breweries would have only had two, Mild and Bitter. It’s a decent range: Bitter, Best Bitter, Mild, Old Ale and most interesting of all, Golden Ale.

It’s of note for a couple of reasons. The name, to start with. It gives a lie to anyone who thinks Golden Ales are a recent phenomenon. The price tells us a lot, too. It’s more than double the price of the Ordinary Bitter. Implying a beer of 1060º, at least. Which was incredibly strong for a draught beer back then. Especially a pale one.

Before I forget, here’s a few analyses of these Portsmouth United’s beers:

Portsmouth & Brighton United Breweries beers 1948 - 1951
Year Beer Style Price per pint d package Acidity OG FG ABV App. Atten-uation colour
1948 Double Stout Stout 18 bottled 0.07 1033.6 1011 2.92 67.26% 210
1948 Brown Ale Brown Ale 19 bottled 0.08 1038.2 1005.4 4.27 85.86% 55
1948 IPA IPA 19 bottled 0.07 1033.8 1005.7 3.65 83.14% 20.5
1948 Pompey XXXXX Strong Ale 21 bottled 0.08 1040.7 1009.4 4.06 76.90% 70
1949 Mild Ale Mild 13 draught 0.08 1029.3 1003.1 3.41 89.42% 19
1950 India Pale Ale IPA 15 bottled 0.04 1033.7 1009.4 3.15 72.11% 22
1951 Mild Ale Mild 14 draught 0.04 1029.3 1005.1 3.14 82.59% 75
Whitbread Gravity book held at the London Metropolitan Archives, document number LMA/4453/D/02/002.

A shame there’s no Golden Ale in there, you’re probably thinking. That’s what I thought at first, too. Then I remembered I’d been sent some brewing logs for the brewery. Some from around this period. And one is for Pompey Royal Golden Ale. The OG is 1060.5º. Around where I would have guessed.

I’ve just a few random records. Some from during the war, some from just after. Most of the beers in the table above have lower gravities than in 1940. But one is the same. And I mean exactly the same. In 1940 XX Mild had an OG of 1029.3. Spooky, eh?

Did you notice that the two Mild examples are totally different in colour? One is paler than the IPA, the other a darkish brown. Looks to me like they were making two version, one coloured with caramel and one not.

The bottled IPA listed seems to have starting calling itself Light Ale by 1952. Another great example of the fluidity of style designations in Britain.

Fancy taking a look at the recipes I have for Portsmouth United’s beers in the 1940s? I thought not. But I’ll publish them anyway.