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31-08-2017, 06:55
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Last night we sat down and, with due reverence (radio off, notebooks out) drank a bottle of 47-year-old Barclay’s (Courage) Russian Imperial Stout. And it was great.The last very elderly bottle of RIS (http://zythophile.co.uk/2012/02/21/courage-irs-a-40-year-vertical-tasting/) we got to try was at the specialist cafe Kulminator in Antwerp where we paid something like*€18 for a relic from 1983 (http://boakandbailey.com/2010/08/ancient-beer-and-charming-clutter/). This new old bottle was found by Bailey at a car boot sale in Somerset and cost a much more reasonable £1.50.
The seller was an elderly bloke who had worked at Courage in the 1960s and 70s and said,*‘A mate of mine called me down to the cellars in the brewery at Tower Bridge one day where he’d found a stash of this everyone had forgotten about. He used to drink a bottle every morning before his shift started.’ This bottle, he said, was part of his own employee allowance that he’d never got round to drinking.
https://i2.wp.com/boakandbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/russian_stout_cap.jpg?resize=650%2C650
Having been stored who knows where for almost half a century, and then left on paste tables in the sun for who knows how summer boot sales, we didn’t have high expectations for our bottle’s condition. There was the usual hesitation when the time came to apply opener to cap — should we save it? But the answer to that question is generally*‘No’ (http://boakandbailey.com/2016/04/questions-answers-how-long-do-vintage-beers-keep/), and even more so when nuclear missiles are whizzing about on the other side of the world. So, one, two, three, and…
There was a smart snap and an assertive ‘Shush!’ Pouring it was easy enough, the yeast having fused with the bottle over the course of decades. We were left with a glass containing about 160ml of beer topped with a thick, stable head of sand coloured foam.
The aroma it threw up was immense, almost sneeze-inducingly spicy, and unmistakably*‘Bretty (http://boakandbailey.com/2015/05/100-words-describing-brettanomyces/)’.
https://i2.wp.com/boakandbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/russian_stout_head.jpg?resize=650%2C650
Oddly, perhaps, the Brett didn’t seem to carry over into the taste, or at least not in the ways our fairly limited experience (mostly Orval and Harvey’s take on RIS) has led us to expect. It wasn’t dry or challengingly funky. But perhaps it was simply that it was in balance, blended and melded with the rock solid bitterness.
The texture was like cream, the taste like the darkest chocolate you can imagine, with no hint of the sherry character we’d assumed was all-but inevitable in old beers. It was just wonderful — more subtle and smoother than Harvey’s, the nearest comparison, and overwhelmingly deep.
What amazed us most was how fresh it tasted, and how alive it seemed. If you’d told us it was brewed last year, we wouldn’t doubt you. (Disclaimer: such is the dodgy provenance of the bottle, we can’t say for sure it*wasn’t brewed last year.)
Two hours later, Boak sighed dreamily: ‘I’m still tasting it.’
Beer as experience (http://boakandbailey.com/2017/06/experiences-vs-commodities/) indeed.
Barclay’s Russian Imperial Stout, 1970 (http://boakandbailey.com/2017/08/barclays-russian-imperial-stout-1970/) originally posted at Boak & Bailey's Beer Blog (http://boakandbailey.com)
More... (http://boakandbailey.com/2017/08/barclays-russian-imperial-stout-1970/)
Last night we sat down and, with due reverence (radio off, notebooks out) drank a bottle of 47-year-old Barclay’s (Courage) Russian Imperial Stout. And it was great.The last very elderly bottle of RIS (http://zythophile.co.uk/2012/02/21/courage-irs-a-40-year-vertical-tasting/) we got to try was at the specialist cafe Kulminator in Antwerp where we paid something like*€18 for a relic from 1983 (http://boakandbailey.com/2010/08/ancient-beer-and-charming-clutter/). This new old bottle was found by Bailey at a car boot sale in Somerset and cost a much more reasonable £1.50.
The seller was an elderly bloke who had worked at Courage in the 1960s and 70s and said,*‘A mate of mine called me down to the cellars in the brewery at Tower Bridge one day where he’d found a stash of this everyone had forgotten about. He used to drink a bottle every morning before his shift started.’ This bottle, he said, was part of his own employee allowance that he’d never got round to drinking.
https://i2.wp.com/boakandbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/russian_stout_cap.jpg?resize=650%2C650
Having been stored who knows where for almost half a century, and then left on paste tables in the sun for who knows how summer boot sales, we didn’t have high expectations for our bottle’s condition. There was the usual hesitation when the time came to apply opener to cap — should we save it? But the answer to that question is generally*‘No’ (http://boakandbailey.com/2016/04/questions-answers-how-long-do-vintage-beers-keep/), and even more so when nuclear missiles are whizzing about on the other side of the world. So, one, two, three, and…
There was a smart snap and an assertive ‘Shush!’ Pouring it was easy enough, the yeast having fused with the bottle over the course of decades. We were left with a glass containing about 160ml of beer topped with a thick, stable head of sand coloured foam.
The aroma it threw up was immense, almost sneeze-inducingly spicy, and unmistakably*‘Bretty (http://boakandbailey.com/2015/05/100-words-describing-brettanomyces/)’.
https://i2.wp.com/boakandbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/russian_stout_head.jpg?resize=650%2C650
Oddly, perhaps, the Brett didn’t seem to carry over into the taste, or at least not in the ways our fairly limited experience (mostly Orval and Harvey’s take on RIS) has led us to expect. It wasn’t dry or challengingly funky. But perhaps it was simply that it was in balance, blended and melded with the rock solid bitterness.
The texture was like cream, the taste like the darkest chocolate you can imagine, with no hint of the sherry character we’d assumed was all-but inevitable in old beers. It was just wonderful — more subtle and smoother than Harvey’s, the nearest comparison, and overwhelmingly deep.
What amazed us most was how fresh it tasted, and how alive it seemed. If you’d told us it was brewed last year, we wouldn’t doubt you. (Disclaimer: such is the dodgy provenance of the bottle, we can’t say for sure it*wasn’t brewed last year.)
Two hours later, Boak sighed dreamily: ‘I’m still tasting it.’
Beer as experience (http://boakandbailey.com/2017/06/experiences-vs-commodities/) indeed.
Barclay’s Russian Imperial Stout, 1970 (http://boakandbailey.com/2017/08/barclays-russian-imperial-stout-1970/) originally posted at Boak & Bailey's Beer Blog (http://boakandbailey.com)
More... (http://boakandbailey.com/2017/08/barclays-russian-imperial-stout-1970/)