I don't mean to sound condescending, but you basically multiply by 3
To be more specific, you need kettle, mash tun and HLT with larger capacity. At least 20 gallons on the kettle, at least 15 on the MT and HLT. Note that you'll have trouble getting above the 1.070-1.075 range unless you get a mash tun larger than 15 gal.
You'll need burners powerful enough to boil it all. Bayou Classic SQ14 can do it. And you have a lot more volume to cool, so am immersion chiller might not cut it.
Oh, and the weight goes up, so you either need pumps or a three-tier stand, because you're not going to want to move anything.
And a ~20 gallon fermenter, or multiple carboys.
In principle, there's really not much different. But as you see above, scale does make a few things harder...
You obviously have never done a 15 gallon batch. Things get more complicated than that and the techniques for handling them vary. There is a lot to learn from other people who actually do large batches on a regular basis.
You obviously have never done a 15 gallon batch. Things get more complicated than that and the techniques for handling them vary. There is a lot to learn from other people who actually do large batches on a regular basis.
Yeah, x3, oh so helpful.Welcome Owen! You're off to a great start!
Any help is appreciated.
First thing I said was that I used the search feature and as most of these forums, they don't work well.
Yeah, x3, oh so helpful.
Your comment was even less helpful, more of everything, really. This would have been a helpful comment....
You obviously have never done a 15 gallon batch. Things get more complicated than that and the techniques for handling them vary. There is a lot to learn from other people who actually do large batches on a regular basis.
Oh, I've done 15 gallon batches, boyo. You can tell when a man's done 15 gallon batches before. He's got that look in his eyes. And you don't have that look.
There I was, in my basement brewery. I was just getting ready for a nice 10 gallon batch of an RIS when my brew partner came down and said, "Lando, we've got a beer festival comin' up. They be wanting THREE corny kegs of beer fer it!" I was gobsmacked. "THREE?" I says. "Yea. THREE." says he. So I look over at my 25 gallon pots. Then I look over at my stacks of grains. Then I think about the hops I have in my freezer. And I says to him, "Okay then. Let's get to work."
So we get to heating up the strike water in the boil kettle and the sparge water in the hot liquor tank. We filled that hot liquor tank up to the very brim as God is my witness. As the water heated, we measured out the grains. "There's no way we'll ever be able to fit this much grain in the mash tun, let alone adding water to it!" my partner says. I smacked him rightly across the mouth with the back of me hand and I says, "that'll be the end of that kind of talk today, you hear me? We've got a job to do and we're gonna do it!" He glared at me but soon went to pouring the grains into the hopper for grinding.
Oh, how the grain mill drill groaned that day! Halfway through the milling the drill started to smoke! My partner says, "ease up on the drill! Give it a chance to cool down!" And I says, "ta hell with it! FULL SPEED AHEAD!" and I lay down on the trigger even more. By God, we did finish milling the grain that day, but that drill never spun again after. She did her job and that's all I could ask of her.
So the strike water is hot enough for the devil himself and we get to mashing in, with my partner feeding in the grains and me at the mash paddle. I paddled and paddled and the grains just kept on coming. My partner had a worried look about him and truth be told as did I. But by God, we did get mashed in with 1.25 quarts per pound of grain! 'Twas a glorious sight to see the mash tun filled up nearly to the very brim! And then we began to recirculate. And then we waited.
It gets lonely during the mash, even when you're with a partner. You're just alone in yer head thinking about things that might go wrong and what you'll do to fix 'em if they do. Lift the lid, check the recirculation, check the hot liquor tank, everything is fine. The beer gods were smiling on us, at least during the mash. After the hour was up, we began to drain into the boil kettle. Or at least that's what we planned. But the grains had a different idea. We turned the valve on the mash tun after hooking up the hoses, but nothing happened. Not a drop came out.
"We shoulda done two batches instead of jus' one!" My partner wailed as he ran about the brewery tossing things into the air. He was downright hysterical. I lunged at him and we wrestled on the ground. He punched me a good one in me gut and I put him in a headlock until he was almost passed out. "Calm down, ya fool! We'll fix it!" I yelled at him. He crawled into the corner and whimpered like a puppy. I grabbed the hose off of the hot liquor tank and attached it to the mash tun valve and turned on the water pump as I opened the mash tun valve. Rumblings from the bottom of the mash came to the top and the mash threatened to spill over the sides, but I managed to keep it in. Then we tried to drain the mash tun again and this time we got the flow we were looking for. My partner just stared agape at my skills that he only wished that he had.
So we drained that glorious black-as-yer-soul wort into the boil kettle as we drained the sparge water into the top of the mash tun. My partner did the math for us. "Let's see here...we want 15 gallons of finished beer, and we're draining into three carboys. We lose about a half-gallon of beer in each carboy to trub and testing, so that means we'll need 16.5 gallons of beer going in to the carboys. We'll lose about a half gallon of wort to the bottom of the boil kettle and the pump and hoses, so that's 17. We'll lose about 2.25 gallons to boil-off, so that's 19.25. Add 4% for heat expansion and that means we'll need about an even 20 at the beginning of the boil." He's good with calculations, I'll give him that.
It seemed to take days to get all of the wort that we wanted since we were only fly sparging a quart per minute, but we persevered. We checked the gravity and my partner's eyes brightened and he says, "Lando, we're right on the money!" So I says to him, "Yer damn right we are! That beer fest is gonna get the best 15 gallons of beer they've ever laid eyes and lips on!"
The boil was rancorous but we kept her steady. Down and down the volume went as the beer got muddy from the hop additions. At the end of the day, tired and wet, we sat with our backs against the brew rig and we knew that we had given this rig the ride of her life and we came out as the victors.
Oh, I've done 15 gallon batches, boyo, the likes you'll never see. Or maybe you will, but you won't come out the other side like we did.
I put up a post with a legitimate question and first person basically says, stupid question, but I'm so generous, I'll divulge a bit of info. The second person, says no way I would be really condescending and offers nothing. So who's the ******? Thanks for the link by the way and the back handed insult. I'm really beginning to like this place?
That was awesome!
That. Was. ....Awesome!!
Oh, I've done 15 gallon batches, boyo. You can tell when a man's done 15 gallon batches before. He's got that look in his eyes. And you don't have that look.
There I was, in my basement brewery. I was just getting ready for a nice 10 gallon batch of an RIS when my brew partner came down and said, "Lando, we've got a beer festival comin' up. They be wanting THREE corny kegs of beer fer it!" I was gobsmacked. "THREE?" I says. "Yea. THREE." says he. So I look over at my 25 gallon pots. Then I look over at my stacks of grains. Then I think about the hops I have in my freezer. And I says to him, "Okay then. Let's get to work."
So we get to heating up the strike water in the boil kettle and the sparge water in the hot liquor tank. We filled that hot liquor tank up to the very brim as God is my witness. As the water heated, we measured out the grains. "There's no way we'll ever be able to fit this much grain in the mash tun, let alone adding water to it!" my partner says. I smacked him rightly across the mouth with the back of me hand and I says, "that'll be the end of that kind of talk today, you hear me? We've got a job to do and we're gonna do it!" He glared at me but soon went to pouring the grains into the hopper for grinding.
Oh, how the grain mill drill groaned that day! Halfway through the milling the drill started to smoke! My partner says, "ease up on the drill! Give it a chance to cool down!" And I says, "ta hell with it! FULL SPEED AHEAD!" and I lay down on the trigger even more. By God, we did finish milling the grain that day, but that drill never spun again after. She did her job and that's all I could ask of her.
So the strike water is hot enough for the devil himself and we get to mashing in, with my partner feeding in the grains and me at the mash paddle. I paddled and paddled and the grains just kept on coming. My partner had a worried look about him and truth be told as did I. But by God, we did get mashed in with 1.25 quarts per pound of grain! 'Twas a glorious sight to see the mash tun filled up nearly to the very brim! And then we began to recirculate. And then we waited.
It gets lonely during the mash, even when you're with a partner. You're just alone in yer head thinking about things that might go wrong and what you'll do to fix 'em if they do. Lift the lid, check the recirculation, check the hot liquor tank, everything is fine. The beer gods were smiling on us, at least during the mash. After the hour was up, we began to drain into the boil kettle. Or at least that's what we planned. But the grains had a different idea. We turned the valve on the mash tun after hooking up the hoses, but nothing happened. Not a drop came out.
"We shoulda done two batches instead of jus' one!" My partner wailed as he ran about the brewery tossing things into the air. He was downright hysterical. I lunged at him and we wrestled on the ground. He punched me a good one in me gut and I put him in a headlock until he was almost passed out. "Calm down, ya fool! We'll fix it!" I yelled at him. He crawled into the corner and whimpered like a puppy. I grabbed the hose off of the hot liquor tank and attached it to the mash tun valve and turned on the water pump as I opened the mash tun valve. Rumblings from the bottom of the mash came to the top and the mash threatened to spill over the sides, but I managed to keep it in. Then we tried to drain the mash tun again and this time we got the flow we were looking for. My partner just stared agape at my skills that he only wished that he had.
So we drained that glorious black-as-yer-soul wort into the boil kettle as we drained the sparge water into the top of the mash tun. My partner did the math for us. "Let's see here...we want 15 gallons of finished beer, and we're draining into three carboys. We lose about a half-gallon of beer in each carboy to trub and testing, so that means we'll need 16.5 gallons of beer going in to the carboys. We'll lose about a half gallon of wort to the bottom of the boil kettle and the pump and hoses, so that's 17. We'll lose about 2.25 gallons to boil-off, so that's 19.25. Add 4% for heat expansion and that means we'll need about an even 20 at the beginning of the boil." He's good with calculations, I'll give him that.
It seemed to take days to get all of the wort that we wanted since we were only fly sparging a quart per minute, but we persevered. We checked the gravity and my partner's eyes brightened and he says, "Lando, we're right on the money!" So I says to him, "Yer damn right we are! That beer fest is gonna get the best 15 gallons of beer they've ever laid eyes and lips on!"
The boil was rancorous but we kept her steady. Down and down the volume went as the beer got muddy from the hop additions. At the end of the day, tired and wet, we sat with our backs against the brew rig and we knew that we had given this rig the ride of her life and we came out as the victors.
Oh, I've done 15 gallon batches, boyo, the likes you'll never see. Or maybe you will, but you won't come out the other side like we did.
Am I the only one that read that with a Billy Dee Williams voice in my head? :cross:
For me it was more like a pirate or grizzled old man with some Scotty from Startrek thrown in at the appropriate times. Just marvelous stuff.
And with the inclusion of measures and techniques it fits in perfectly to a technical thread. Nice job @landolincoln . Tremendous prose.
For me it was more like a pirate or grizzled old man with some Scotty from Startrek thrown in at the appropriate times. Just marvelous stuff.
And with the inclusion of measures and techniques it fits in perfectly to a technical thread. Nice job @landolincoln . Tremendous prose.
So who's the ******?
Oh, I've done 15 gallon batches, boyo. You can tell when a man's done 15 gallon batches before. He's got that look in his eyes. And you don't have that look.
There I was, in my basement brewery. I was just getting ready for a nice 10 gallon batch of an RIS when my brew partner came down and said, "Lando, we've got a beer festival comin' up. They be wanting THREE corny kegs of beer fer it!" I was gobsmacked. "THREE?" I says. "Yea. THREE." says he. So I look over at my 25 gallon pots. Then I look over at my stacks of grains. Then I think about the hops I have in my freezer. And I says to him, "Okay then. Let's get to work."
So we get to heating up the strike water in the boil kettle and the sparge water in the hot liquor tank. We filled that hot liquor tank up to the very brim as God is my witness. As the water heated, we measured out the grains. "There's no way we'll ever be able to fit this much grain in the mash tun, let alone adding water to it!" my partner says. I smacked him rightly across the mouth with the back of me hand and I says, "that'll be the end of that kind of talk today, you hear me? We've got a job to do and we're gonna do it!" He glared at me but soon went to pouring the grains into the hopper for grinding.
Oh, how the grain mill drill groaned that day! Halfway through the milling the drill started to smoke! My partner says, "ease up on the drill! Give it a chance to cool down!" And I says, "ta hell with it! FULL SPEED AHEAD!" and I lay down on the trigger even more. By God, we did finish milling the grain that day, but that drill never spun again after. She did her job and that's all I could ask of her.
So the strike water is hot enough for the devil himself and we get to mashing in, with my partner feeding in the grains and me at the mash paddle. I paddled and paddled and the grains just kept on coming. My partner had a worried look about him and truth be told as did I. But by God, we did get mashed in with 1.25 quarts per pound of grain! 'Twas a glorious sight to see the mash tun filled up nearly to the very brim! And then we began to recirculate. And then we waited.
It gets lonely during the mash, even when you're with a partner. You're just alone in yer head thinking about things that might go wrong and what you'll do to fix 'em if they do. Lift the lid, check the recirculation, check the hot liquor tank, everything is fine. The beer gods were smiling on us, at least during the mash. After the hour was up, we began to drain into the boil kettle. Or at least that's what we planned. But the grains had a different idea. We turned the valve on the mash tun after hooking up the hoses, but nothing happened. Not a drop came out.
"We shoulda done two batches instead of jus' one!" My partner wailed as he ran about the brewery tossing things into the air. He was downright hysterical. I lunged at him and we wrestled on the ground. He punched me a good one in me gut and I put him in a headlock until he was almost passed out. "Calm down, ya fool! We'll fix it!" I yelled at him. He crawled into the corner and whimpered like a puppy. I grabbed the hose off of the hot liquor tank and attached it to the mash tun valve and turned on the water pump as I opened the mash tun valve. Rumblings from the bottom of the mash came to the top and the mash threatened to spill over the sides, but I managed to keep it in. Then we tried to drain the mash tun again and this time we got the flow we were looking for. My partner just stared agape at my skills that he only wished that he had.
So we drained that glorious black-as-yer-soul wort into the boil kettle as we drained the sparge water into the top of the mash tun. My partner did the math for us. "Let's see here...we want 15 gallons of finished beer, and we're draining into three carboys. We lose about a half-gallon of beer in each carboy to trub and testing, so that means we'll need 16.5 gallons of beer going in to the carboys. We'll lose about a half gallon of wort to the bottom of the boil kettle and the pump and hoses, so that's 17. We'll lose about 2.25 gallons to boil-off, so that's 19.25. Add 4% for heat expansion and that means we'll need about an even 20 at the beginning of the boil." He's good with calculations, I'll give him that.
It seemed to take days to get all of the wort that we wanted since we were only fly sparging a quart per minute, but we persevered. We checked the gravity and my partner's eyes brightened and he says, "Lando, we're right on the money!" So I says to him, "Yer damn right we are! That beer fest is gonna get the best 15 gallons of beer they've ever laid eyes and lips on!"
The boil was rancorous but we kept her steady. Down and down the volume went as the beer got muddy from the hop additions. At the end of the day, tired and wet, we sat with our backs against the brew rig and we knew that we had given this rig the ride of her life and we came out as the victors.
Oh, I've done 15 gallon batches, boyo, the likes you'll never see. Or maybe you will, but you won't come out the other side like we did.
I put up a post with a legitimate question and first person basically says, stupid question, but I'm so generous, I'll divulge a bit of info. The second person, says no way I would be really condescending and offers nothing. So who's the ******? Thanks for the link by the way and the back handed insult. I'm really beginning to like this place?
You obviously have never done a 15 gallon batch. Things get more complicated than that and the techniques for handling them vary. There is a lot to learn from other people who actually do large batches on a regular basis.
For me it was more like a pirate or grizzled old man with some Scotty from Startrek thrown in at the appropriate times. Just marvelous stuff.
And with the inclusion of measures and techniques it fits in perfectly to a technical thread. Nice job @landolincoln . Tremendous prose.
I read it in Quint's voice from Jaws.
Real sloooow like.
Thank you, thank you all. I did have a combination of Quint from Jaws and maybe some 1800's pirate thrown in there.
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