nostalgia
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I was brewing yesterday and a buddy came over to visit. I had promised him a growler of the Centennial Blonde I had on tap.
I filled the growler from my tap, leaving about 2" of headspace in the neck (right about to the point it starts to flare out).
He was standing in my yard talking to me for about 5 minutes, holding the growler by the thumbhook. All of a sudden, *POP* the bottom fell right out of the growler! He was left with an empty, bottomless growler and an astonished look on his face.
The most amazing thing I've ever seen. Once my camera charges up I'll take some pix.
I can only assume once the hot sun hit the cold growler it created more pressure than it could handle. It was literally 4-5 minutes, tops.
-Joe
I filled the growler from my tap, leaving about 2" of headspace in the neck (right about to the point it starts to flare out).
He was standing in my yard talking to me for about 5 minutes, holding the growler by the thumbhook. All of a sudden, *POP* the bottom fell right out of the growler! He was left with an empty, bottomless growler and an astonished look on his face.
The most amazing thing I've ever seen. Once my camera charges up I'll take some pix.
I can only assume once the hot sun hit the cold growler it created more pressure than it could handle. It was literally 4-5 minutes, tops.
-Joe