Well, I’ve done it, and there is no going back to undo what I’ve done. I might as well wear the scarlet letter “A” because I am guilty as charged. I’ve had my first taste of craft beer—well, many, in fact!—therefore, according to James Watt and Martin Dickie of the television show Brew Dogs, I am no longer a “craft beer virgin.” And I am not ashamed to admit this. I am, now and forever, exposed.
From my innocent beginning—of indulgence that left me saturated and sated—I was brought to my knees, dizzy with delight, hooked without a chance for recovery.
Though I have loved my fine wines and champagnes (exclusively) over the years—and I’ve had so many delicious tasting liquid nectar-of-the-gods to dream of their taste the rest of my life—I have now added craft beer drinking to my selection of alcoholic enjoyment. So when the mood hits me, and it hits me more frequent than I care to admit, I will pour a tall one (or a snifter’s worth) and indulge in a good brew (or two, or a few…!). And I make no apologies for it.
Though I am very partial to stouts (just as a preference, mind you): imperials and chocolate will often make me shiver and send my head reeling!
My craft beer madness began a few short years ago, when my son and son-in-law decided they would try their hand at home brewing, and I soon began to sample their many concoctions, trying more and more, diversifying to the different styles of beer, educating my palate with an open-mind.
Note: My son and his brother-in-law (Settle Down Beer) have caught the brewing fever and are solidly hooked—through trial and error and perseverance—and some educated numbers and science—their beers have only gotten better and better. And I, of course, have become a very happy “craft beer” drinking addict with a steady supply!
Note that my craft beer drinking is strictly for learning’s sake, that the more I drink the more I learn the better I know the craft of brewing…. And so I keep telling myself!
I have learned not to snob a beer until I’ve sampled it and given it the chance it so rightfully deserves, including IPAs, which I, for a long time, found very distasteful, but they have begun to grow on me.
The buzz about hoppy beers is that it is “an acquired taste.” It is also common knowledge that a higher majority of men, as opposed to women, prefer the “bitter” taste of an IPA, which has a very immediate distinct but pleasing flowery smell.
I have a long way to go before I can call myself a “connoisseur” of craft beer, or even comfortably discuss the topic with any confidence. But I am learning!