Look at that. Lovely isn’t it?
It’s a Brupak’s ‘Belgian Trappist Tripel’ that I knocked up at the end of March. Those looks, alas, are writing a lot of cheques that the taste doesn’t cash. We’re a long, long way from the sultry, dark mellow banana-y-ness of a Westmalle Tripel. Not even in the same postcode. Or country, even. No Tripel i’ve ever supped has tasted of paper – and slightly sour paper at that. Something went wrong with this kit. Bacterial infection? Temperature too high when fermenting? Brew sat on the trub too long when in the fermentation vessel? Too much air when racking to the barrel? Who knows? No Trappist brother would be letting this out of his brewery gates, anyway.
I’m still drinking it though – it’s just about alright. And subsection 8.2 of chapter seven of the Yorkshireman’s handbook states clearly that beer should never go to waste.