I was checking on a saison I bottled last week and I heard a hissing. One of the bottles had a thick krausen inside, and the cap wasn't on straight.
For the hell of it, I cracked it open.
The foam was immediate, a thick, pillowy jet of suds spraying floorward from under the cap before I even got it off. I rushed to the sink (I wasn't there already because I'm a *******... I was standing on the living room carpet) and as I reached the kitchen, the cap gave way and a font of foam flew skyward.
Drenched in sudsy, sour-sweet beer, I held the bottle over the drain as it foamed. And foamed. And foamed. Two minutes later it had slowed to a river of suds, running over my fingers as my arm went numb.
Finally, I grabbed a pint glass and poured. About an inch of liquid, the rest was still foam. Oddly enough, it tasted and smelled like cotton candy.
For the hell of it, I cracked it open.
The foam was immediate, a thick, pillowy jet of suds spraying floorward from under the cap before I even got it off. I rushed to the sink (I wasn't there already because I'm a *******... I was standing on the living room carpet) and as I reached the kitchen, the cap gave way and a font of foam flew skyward.
Drenched in sudsy, sour-sweet beer, I held the bottle over the drain as it foamed. And foamed. And foamed. Two minutes later it had slowed to a river of suds, running over my fingers as my arm went numb.
Finally, I grabbed a pint glass and poured. About an inch of liquid, the rest was still foam. Oddly enough, it tasted and smelled like cotton candy.