Sometimes, it just isn't worth keeping and ya' gotta DUMP it.

[GilaMinumBeer]

Okay so almost a year ago I made a split batch using only Marris Otter malt and English hops. Dubbed one a MO Pale Ale and the other (using lager yeast) MO lager. Big stretch of the imagination I know.

After reading in Noonans Lager book about some beers having the dry hops left in for extended time periods I opted to do this and see. What did I get?

Grassy! Undrinkably grassy. Even after being "lagered" at 38*F for nearly a year.

Ayup. I am done with these kegs. I just don;t enjoy them at all. I'll put the beer to use over the compost heap and free up a couple kegs.

 

[MikeFlynn74]

sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

Man a year tieing up equipment.... wow

 

[Arneba28]

Ouch and I hated the fact that I dumped a strong scotch ale that was in keg for 6 months.

 

[GilaMinumBeer]

After pulling numerous pints from these two I "thought" they'd ba nearky kicked. Upon opening them I discovered that I had barely drank a 1/3 of each.

Sometime you hold on to them and let them age to perfection. Sometimes you just gotta let them go back from whence they came. Ashes to Ashes? Worm food to worm food.

 

[Kauai_Kahuna]

Let us all bow our heads in remembrance of what could have been a great beer.
Does anyone have a good prayer to recite in dumping beer? (SHUDDER..) Got to do a paranoid check on my latest batch.

 

[TheFlatline]

Let us all bow our heads in remembrance of what could have been a great beer.
Does anyone have a good prayer to recite in dumping beer? (SHUDDER..) Got to do a paranoid check on my latest batch.

Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink,
Thy will be drunk,
(I will be drunk),
At home as I am in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us,
and lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers,
For thine is the beer,
The bitter and the lager,
Forever and ever,
Barmen.

Yeah yeah... the lawn... I'll get off of it now.
(This is probably well over 10 years old)

 

[Kauai_Kahuna]

That's great for drinking, I'm thinking more alone the lines of a funeral (death of a beer). But like all funerals I never want to have to go to one.

 

[TheFlatline]

That's great for drinking, I'm thinking more alone the lines of a funeral (death of a beer). But like all funerals I never want to have to go to one.

I believe in an Irish sort of wake. You know, where there's lots of drinking, eating, and singing. Almost more of a party than a somber funeral.


Great. Now I have to go listen to Finnegan's Wake...



Whack fol the dah do now dance with your partner
round the floor your trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I tell you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

 

[TheFlatline]

Alright, alright. Forgive me, Thomas Moore, for butchering such a beautiful prayer for such a somber moment:

I give you, the lament for ruined brew:

The Brewer's Comfort

Come, ye disconsolate, whe'er ye languish
come to the mercy seat, fervently drink.
Here bring your ruined wort, here tell your anguish:
Ruined beer hath no sorrow that a good brew cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
hope of the penitent, foamy and pure!
Here bubbles the Comforter, tenderly saying,
"Ruined beer hath no sorrow that a good brew cannot cure."

Here see the Brew of Life; see wort flowing
forth from the bubbling kettle, pure from above.
Come to the feast of barley; come ever knowing
Ruined beer hath no sorrow but good brews can remove.

Is that of sufficiently somber tone?

 

[jds]

I give you a bit of unadulterated William Shakespeare (from The Tempest)

Our revels are now ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded in a sleep.

 

[Kai]

I give you a bit of unadulterated William Shakespeare (from The Tempest)

Our revels are now ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded in a sleep.

Unadulterated? Really? This is unadulterated:

Our Revels now are ended : These our actors,
(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision
And Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded
Leave not a racke behinde : we are such stuffe
As dreames are made on ; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleepe : Sir, I am vext,
Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled :
Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,
If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke
To still my beating minde.

FF represent. I had to memorise that with the correct spelling and punctuation, and I still had the spelling down at least. Had to pull out my facsimile for the punctuation.