August 3, 2013. A day that will live in infamy in my house. After over 15 years (off and on) of brewing, I had my first bottle bomb. My peach weizenbock had some suspended peach bits in it when I bottled. I was already using a higher than normal amount of priming sugar to get …
No, not the watery and near-tasteless (though improved immensely by the addition of Gatorade) Michelob Ultra that John, Boozie, and I drank after our 13.1 miles of hell on Saturday. That’s beer for pussies. This is rather beer from pussies. Or rather from one pussy. Toi Sennhauser‘s pussy, to be exact. By adding a trace …