Went to the NSLC and picked up two bottles of Masi, an old favorite, didn’t recognise the labels, so asked the lady if it was the ordinary Masi, I didn’t used to like the fancy Masi, she thought I was nuts, especially since I was talking with an English accent…everyone thinks you are a halfwit when you talk in a foreign accent, unless it’s the young girls at the Tim Hortons drive through, and they are just awe struck, they don’t take in a word you say, then ask you to repeat the entire order just so they can hear that accent again.
I paid a lot for the two bottles of Masi, enough to make 10 gal of beer, and I looked behind me at the checkout. There was a stand with a kid behind it offering Keiths Cascade beer. I had to taste it so I paid and went over. I took one small sip….piss (literally) and threw it in the garbage. He had two jars of hops…he said “those are the hops”….they were awfully brown looking and stale. I picked up a jar and smelt them…NOTHING!...I was shocked…I have never had hops that smelled of nothing. I said “they are really stale and old”, he said, “you are right, sounds like you know your hops”…I said “I do”. I left.
I went home for a nice evening with my sexy wife. Masi wasn’t doing it for us like it used to. OK’ish. I scuffled around and poured from a keg that wasn’t ready for the keezer, but it was nice warm, really nice. I put a pitcher in the freezer to cool a bit. Kathleen said she was trying to finish her Masi, so she could get on with the beer. We gave up on the wine.
It’s tough being a home brewer.
In the immortal words of Mick Jagger, Anyone else “can’t get no satisfaction?” I have a bottle of Masi left as a prize for the best post
and I’ll deliver it personally (or maybe get Chalmers to deliver it LOL).
and you can keep it for emergencies, when you have a sexy girl around and no beer.
