I'm really tired, but I have the opportunity to write this review so I must. As I've told many of you, I started this blog as a project to not only teach myself more about beer but to get back into the habit of writing critically. Mostly this is to prepare myself for online college, something I've talked about quite a bit, but haven't acted on as my work takes a great deal of my time. So, without further ado.
The PX got these Hacker-Pschorr Hubertus Bocks in at the same time as the Sierra Nevada. At the same time, they got Hacker-Pschorr mugs for about $2.00, so obviously I got one. They've had Hacker's Stermweiss there for some time, but if you've been reading the blog you know how I feel about wheat beers. To give you a little background on Hacker-Pschorr, it was brought about in 1975 when the Hacker and Pschorr brewerys in Munich (which had both been owned by the same family since the late 1700's) merged. Hacker was started in 1417 and predates German purity laws. Pschorr was started by Joseph Pschorr after he bought Hacker from his father in law.
The bottle is a swing top with porcelain stopper, and has a green label with the Hacker-Pschorr emblem and a nice picture of a buck. As I've explained in previous posts, that's a running joke. It says its a limited edition, I don't know how it's supposed to differentiate from regular bock, but the back gives a nice description. "Hacker Pschorr, Munich's brewery since 1417, has released a limited edition series which is a collection of hand-crafted specialty beers produced in small single-brew batches and available in the US only while supply last" I did not mean to say supplies, that's how it's written. I've always hated the application of the term "Hand crafted" to beer. What, did you take a chisel to it? Is you're beer typically made by robots? Anyway, it goes on to say "The first of these releases, Hacker-Pschorr Hubertus Bock, is brewed in early winter and is slow, col lagered to the virile image of the Patron Saint of Hunting, St. Hubertus. Hubertus Bock is a bold, Golden-hued brew, whith rich, robust maltiness and a well-balanced, slightly sweet hoppy finish." Why can't anybody agree on whether it's hopps or hops? I suppose it doesn't really matter, as long as everybody know what you're talking about. Alright, lets pop this bad boy open.
Makes a nice pop sound when opened. has a cereal nose from the bottle. It forms a nice bit of head over a clear golden orange colored beer, copper if you will. Nose is more malt from the mug. Its lively in there, a great deal of tiny bubbles. I almost just want to stare at them, mesmerized. On first sip, this is a very sweet, fruity, slightly hoppy beer with a bit of a cereal flavor as well. I didn't notice at first, but as I've been drinking this, the aroma has become sweeter. I suppose it had to be agitated a bit, as is common with sweet smelling things.
I wonder why that is? That sweet smelling things need to be disturbed to release their sent, but bitter and foul smelling things need only be exposed to the air to fill the room. Maybe sweet smelling things have larger particles?
This is a full bodied beer, with an alkaline acidity and a mid-weight mouthfeel. If you roll this beer around you're mouth the hopps really come out. Allot of the sweetness goes away as well. It's rather dinamic.
So, I've been listening to allot of The Black Keys lately, I'm actually listening to their album "turn blue" which I had the opportunity to buy on LP when it came out, but I passed it up. Thankfully, we live in an age of second chances and I know I can get it online, untouched, until the day I die. I guess I miss that about the pre-internet age, you could have the "last one" and that was something special. Now, you have access to almost everyone that exists that is for sale. I suppose that is one of the many reasons I have a love affair with antique firearms, there just taboo enough to make them unavailable to who aren't willing to dig and actually go places. And then you have some that were imported decades ago and only exist in private collection, those are my favorite, those ones that the older gun writers reminisce about but you never see. Although it's not the most expensive gun I own, my Argentine Mauser is probably one of my more prized guns. They were imported in the mid 1960's and early 70's and then slowly disappeared into peoples collections. I have only seen one in my entire life, and I own it. And then, come to find out, my uncle Jamie has one as well. I pray this never happens, but if something happened to all of my guns, the money I've spent on them will have been well spent in my opinion for just the conversation value I've had with some of these older guys, guys that know these little taboo secrets that you will never find out anywhere else. I love it.
I've run out of this beer, and I am saddened by that. It was very enjoyable, and at 6.8% was practically the perfect percentage. I give this beer my blurry seal of approval
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