Got drunk a couple of nights ago - a sixer of Founders' 1981 APA - and I swear to god, my palette has awakened! I could taste the hops, the barley and the malt undercurrents and all the constituents. I've officially leveled up into a bonafide beer snob!
Nevertheless, the Strontkop fermentation process has led to some very interesting discoveries, namely that there's a good reason most home brewers DON'T keep fermenting beer where they sleep! For one thing, over the last day or so, the yeast has been going apeshit, spewing CO2 and making the airlock sound like a machine-gun with the bubbling.
As I neglected to ensure adequate ventilation, I was soon feeling the worst of it. After one bottle of pee-water Erstebrauen, I was ready for a nap. However, when I cracked open the door and let the air circulate, I was full of piss and vinegar again.
Later on, I found myself unable to sleep with the machine-gunning from the airlock. I tried to crash on the couch inside, but it was too uncomfortable. I took a couple of Clonazepam, thought "fuck it!" and went back to my room to crash.I awoke around lunchtime (my usual) to find that the airlock was no longer machine-gunning, but had settled into a slow, lazy occasional belch. And the moral of the story is...
NEVER FERMENT WHERE YOU SLEEP!!!
Obviously I don't have a lot of options at the moment, but once I'm in the new house, the car-hole will become the fermentation station.
On the subject of the Erstebrauen, it tastes nowhere as nice as I remember, with a lifeless, brackish taste. Perhaps I've just been spoiled by sniffing Strontkop fumes. It's still better than Double-Brown , but it's no longer cutting mustard with yours truly. Liam volunteered to take the rest, so he can have it! I fucked up the Lilphynott slightly less, so we'll see how that goes in a week or so.
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