So my wife tells me a few minutes ago that the lady who lives three doors down (who I've met once and knows I brew) came by to say that her ex used to brew, and she had some bottles laying around. She left them outside for me in case I wanted them, otherwise they were going in the trash.
Okay, so I figured there was a huge stash of empties. Since I don't usually bottle, I wasn't that excited.
But I got to the boxes, and realized... "Hey, these are pretty heavy. There's beer in here!"
I got them into my garage, and it's 16 bombers of homebrew. Completely unlabeled, I have no idea what's in there. I don't know her ex, and I've been brewing in the garage for a year, so obviously if he'd been around in the past year, he'd probably have stopped by to say hello. So these beers are most likely at least a year old. I have no clue how they were stored. I have no clue whether this guy had a clue what he was doing making beer.
In short, I think I have to try some of these beers... Ya know, for science and all. But I'm a tad bit scared!
Okay, so I figured there was a huge stash of empties. Since I don't usually bottle, I wasn't that excited.
But I got to the boxes, and realized... "Hey, these are pretty heavy. There's beer in here!"
I got them into my garage, and it's 16 bombers of homebrew. Completely unlabeled, I have no idea what's in there. I don't know her ex, and I've been brewing in the garage for a year, so obviously if he'd been around in the past year, he'd probably have stopped by to say hello. So these beers are most likely at least a year old. I have no clue how they were stored. I have no clue whether this guy had a clue what he was doing making beer.
In short, I think I have to try some of these beers... Ya know, for science and all. But I'm a tad bit scared!