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28 January 2026

Mos’ Delft

Following on from Monday's post about New Year in The Hague, I also did a mini pubcrawl in Delft, the charming historic town at the city's edge. I've been here a couple of times before, but always seemed to miss its top-flight beer destinations. This time I was better prepared and ticked off a couple of new venues.

Delftse Brouwers plies its trade at Delfts Brouwhuis, with an extensive draught list of seemingly brewed-in-house beers. We started dark. For me, on the left, is Plagende Pestvogel (charming), the black IPA. It's properly black with a tan, stout-like head of fine bubbles. The aroma is a magnificent mix of rosewater and dark chocolate, just how I like 'em. 6.9% ABV gives it a heavy and smooth texture, another stout-like feature, but the flavour doesn't follow that. It's flowers and chocolate again, a little sweeter than the aroma suggested, so milk rather than dark. There's some candied red fruit too: strawberry and raspberry flavouring, finishing dry. More of a roast bite would have been nice, likewise a proper citrus bittering, but as a sweet example of the style, it does an excellent job. Any halfway decent black IPA will do, in this era of scarcity.

I was intrigued by an imperial porter called Tsarina Esra, remembering that De Molen made one such, way back in the day. Turns out its creator moved from there to here and brought the recipe with him. It's still 10.1% ABV. The aroma gives little away, just a hint of syrupy dark sugar. Syrupy goes the texture too, with a matching molasses and treacle flavour, laced with strong coffee and medicine-cabinet herbs. A bite of black liquorice finishes it off. For all its thickness and heft, there's not a whole lot going on in it. Herself noted that it's a good base for barrel ageing, but is rather plain in this unaugmented form.

Round two brought me Bubbelende Bonobo, described as a champagne tripel, which made it enough of a curiosity for me to order. It's pale gold and mostly clear, and strong for tripel at 11% ABV, presumably due to ravenous champagne yeast. The aroma is oddly sweet, with ripe banana, which I wasn't expecting. That stays in the flavour, though it's definitely dry, sort of like those desiccated banana crisps. Behind this lurks a spirit heat, burning a clean blue flame, and the finish is dry and cracker-crisp. It's an odd beast, missing the comforting soft warmth of tripel, and presenting sharper, more angular, fruit flavours instead. The crisp finish is another twist, and presumably is what the brewer set out to achieve. Full marks for creativity, then, but it's not great as a tripel. Clean around all the banana and you just make it more sickly and cloying. This is an interesting experiment, but not a successful one, in my opinion.

From the bottom end of the guest beer list comes Iced Coffee Connaisseur [sic], Moi? by Dutch Bargain, an 18% ABV icebock with cinnamon and pistachio. Fun fact: 25cl is the default measure; you need to specify (we didn't) if you want the saner 15cl pour. This is stout-black and smells like the inside of a Mon Cheri chocolate liqueur sweet: phwoar! The flavour continues fully in that line. Sweet and slightly salty milk chocolate, hot cherry liqueur, a bonus marzipan richness, and a dusting of drier cocoa powder. It's so rich and smooth I need to upgrade the analogy from supermarket Ferraro candy to high-end rum babas by the sort of Belgian chocolatier who operates from a shop with their name over the door. This is a magnificent confection and, while it's sticky and slow-drinking, there were no complaints about the measure received.

At Café de Wijnhaven I was caught off guard by 't Preuvenemint, number 6 in the Wijlre's Specials series from Heineken's Brand brand. They've advertised it as a grape ale, so it was a surprise to get a big hit of rasher smoke from the first sip: the summer wildfires must be really affecting the crop here. The flavour is dominated by the harsh, kippery smoke of many a poorly-conceived rauchbier, and I found that difficult to get past. The texture is soft, and I detected a similarly-soft fruit character in the distant background, but I would be hard pressed to pin grape on that. This is not subtle, and was hard work to drink. The texture is horribly thin for 7% ABV, leaving a finish of fishy water that I doubt anyone enjoys. While a brave move for a multinational, it's not a good beer. Advertise the smoke up front, for one thing. I still would have ordered it and been disappointed, but it might have saved some civilians an unpleasant experience.

Back in The Hague, I also had a smattering of beers for hotel-room drinking: especially useful as the weather worsened ahead of the regional shutdown which extended our trip by one extra day and one extra country.

It's not often I find a new beer from Amsterdam's Moortgat-owned 't IJ, but here was IJndejaars, a 9% ABV winter ale they have apparently been making for years but which I'd never seen before. The visuals look a bit wet and weedy: a thin amber colour, topped  by a mere skim of shortlived bubbles. It looks cheap. There's a plums-and-raisin fruitcake aroma, while the flavour is dryer, adding breadcrust and black tea, for a kind of barmbrack effect. It's as light as tea, too, and I would never have guessed the strength: there's no chewiness to the malt nor warmth from all that alcohol. This is plain fare. I remember when clean beers were not 't IJ's forte. Since the takeover, they've added a lot of polish and poise to their recipes, but this one takes it a little too far. I could have done with some amateurish, home-brew-like fuzz in it: strong and dark beers don't need precision in the way lighter and paler ones do. This feels a little too corporate and processed, with a lack of warmth which is fatal to any purported winter beer.

A random supermarket pick got me Jopen's Triple to the Tropics, an IPA of 9.5% ABV, though an innocent hazy yellow colour. The promise of a "tropical fruitbomb" is fully delivered upon. The flavour here is a sugary mix of concentrated mango, passionfruit and pineapple, with the booze element strong enough that it could pass as a sticky Mediterranean liqueur. And that's it, really. No bitterness is mentioned, and none is delivered. Sweet fruity booze is your lot. On the one hand, I quite enjoyed the clean, one-dimensional, simplicity; but on the other I thought that if beer is going to go for the big numbers strengthwise, shouldn't there be a complexity of flavour which comes with that? It's quite an exotic delight that a triple IPA was being sold in a supermarket at all: that's a sign of a mature beer market. At the same time, this is supermarket-grade triple IPA: good, but basic, with no individual characteristics. If someone had thrown it in the shopping basket because it's the sort of thing I like, I wouldn't object, although it's not something I would have purposefully chosen for myself again. Good on Jopen for continuing to brew such adventurous crowd-pleasers, and selling them to the big retail multiples.

Via The Hague's specialist beer off licence FreeBeer, one from Espiga. Black Break is pitched as an Irish stout. For that, it's a broadly correct 4.5% ABV, but it's heavy for it, feeling properly creamy from the can. It's a bitter chap, combining an assertive dark roast -- ristretto coffee and high-cocoa chocolate -- with the green bitterness of boiled cabbage and spinach. There's no sweet side to balance that, and I don't think it's missed. This is Irish stout just the way I like it: austerely bitter with fully tasteable old-world hops; dry all the way through, with a spark of galvanised steel. Mwah! I don't think I've ever encountered this sort of profile at such a low strength; I didn't think it was possible, but I'm all in favour of more if it. Irish brewers have something to learn from what the Catalans have done here.

The Rott brewery of Rotterdam is so pleased with its name, it appends it to all of its beers. I only had the one: Rott.Eclipse, an imperial stout. Nothing fancy has gone into it or been done to it, and it's 10.2% ABV. The flavour centres on big chocolate, smooth and luxurious, and perfectly balanced between sweet and bitter. There's a little coffee and a hint of cherry fruit too, the extra complexities borne up on a heady cloud of alcohol vapours. That's really all I have to say about it. It's a classy number, and very typical of the kind of excellent imperial stouts that Dutch breweries produce. It's a beer to properly relax and unwind with.

Rotterdam was one of the cities we passed through while making our escape via Brussels. For train drinking, I brought Bird of Prey from Uiltje. This is another of their IPAs, 5.8% ABV, and constructed very much in the old-school American way. Which is to say, it's almost clear and smells of concentrated citrus: grapefruit and lime. The bitterness hits first in the flavour, a tongue-pinching pine resin. The pithy fruit gives it a zingy middle, fading gradually to reveal the malt base, leaving quite a retro caramel finish. The brewery makes no claims to west-coastism, and indeed the can copy mentions hazy and tropical. It is sweeter than a full-on west coast IPA but I think the flavour profile is closer to that than New England. That's a good thing, and it's an enjoyable beer. Not one to be overlooked just because it's ubiquitous and produced by a big brewing conglomerate.

That was it for this trip. I recommend The Hague and Delft as beer destinations, though I'm now more wary than I was about going there in the depths of winter. Being snowed in, even for a day, isn't as much fun as it might sound.

10 October 2011

Borefts!

And so we went to Bodegraven, the wife and I, and our fellow Dublin-based beer traveller Derek. We went for the third annual Borefts Bier Festival, a two-day gig at the De Molen brewery featuring an invitation-only roster of brewers from around Europe and a wide selection of serious geek-bait beers. You want it imperial? You want it sour? You want it imperial and sour? This is where you're supposed to be in late September.

Our host was showing off his everso shiny new brewery, a couple of hundred metres down the street from the De Molen windmill, so the festival was set over two locations and a steady traffic of drinkers wandered between them. It was possibly the most civilised beer festival I've ever been at: a diverse crowd from pushchair pushing families all the way up to elderly gentlemen who look liked they were more used to pints and pipes than 100ml glasses but who were having a great time nonetheless. The guy on the left even rolled up on Friday afternoon for a couple of snifters. Food was plentiful, facilities were suitable and no-one got rowdy, unpleasant or any way less than convivial, at least from what I saw.

Like all good beer festivals, it was an opportunity for brewers to show off some new and experimental recipes, and of course De Molen, with a bar at both sites, got stuck right in. Festival Smoked Black IPA was the first of theirs I tried, and I wasn't sure what to make of it really. You get some beautifully zingy fresh peach flavours seriously dirtied up by harsh and phenolic peat notes. Normally I like both of these elements in beer, but together in one glass just tasted wrong. And it looks like Black IPA may have moved on before I've got a proper punt at the style. Oh well.

Top gimmick of the weekend was De Molen Eer & Geweten, an 11% ABV imperial stout, again made especially for the festival. Upon entry, as well as a tasting glass, programme, bottle of water and some beer tokens, everyone was given an entry form on which to guess this beer's mystery ingredient. Finding anything specific in a big imperial stout is a needle-in-a-haystack job. The beer itself was gorgeous, with loads of gooey chocolate overlaid with delicious cherry flavours and a hint of sherry. A slight sourness at the back meant that "plums" went down as my guess. I was wrong and, so it seems, was everyone else. The secret ingredient was later revealed to be aged balsamic vinegar. Perhaps that's where those mild sour notes came from. Stand by for the new wave of balsamic vinegar beers.

Two versions of the deservedly legendary Hel & Verdoemenis imperial stout were on tap. Hel & Verdoemenis 666 Vintage 2011 was one of the overall standout beers for me: infused with 40-year old-cognac soaked out of oak chips. Massively heavy, with the sumptuous thick chocolate almost demanding a churro to be dipped in it. Hel & Verdoemenis MacAllan was less successful: the flavours from the scotch barrel have taken over completely and left next to no stoutiness, unfortunately. Next to it, Rasputin Bruichladdich imperial stout tasted almost bland, but showed much better balance between sweet roasted coffee and slightly woody whisky, all in a lighter and more drinkable package, despite being all of 11.4% ABV.

The Russian theme continues with two versions of Tsarina Esra. Yes, that's another imperial stout. Esra Cognac came out very dry, rather harsh, and unpleasantly spirituous. Wild Esra on Cherries, however, was fantastic. The feral yeast have chomped their way through the high gravity wort leaving an 11% ABV stout with the light body of one less than half its strength. It's beautifully warm and roasty, shot through with puckering sour notes in equal parts from the yeast and the fruit. An amazing symphony of contrasting flavours and an absolute work of art.

Last of the De Molen stouts is Hart & Ziel, a sweet and fruity 11%-er. None of your dark and brooding roasty bitterness here, this is all floral and fruity high notes of raspberries and vanilla with just a smidge of smooth, sweet coffee. Beautiful.

It being Bock season in the Netherlands, De Molen had one out, typically dark red and sticky but with nothing very special about it. The house lager of the moment is an interesting construction: Fresh-Hopped Bohemian is a grainy brewpub pils at heart but has a fantastic bright and clean aroma of lager malt and new hops.

Lastly a couple of pale ales. Bed & Breakfast isn't one to get out of bed for, being slightly oxidised but otherwise uninteresting. Then Amarillo Upgreyde which is nearly too interesting. I first encountered Chris O wandering around the brewery carpark looking a little bewildered by it. My initial impression from its aroma was scented handwipes: there's definitely something a bit cleaning-product about it. It tastes powerfully perfumed, with Earl Grey notes of sweet lemon candy and bitter bergamot. It just didn't sit right with me but my drinking companions were much better disposed towards it.

OK, that's the first of the twelve breweries covered. With cheery thanks to Menno for hosting the gig and brewing some absolute crackers, we move on.

08 August 2008

Bières Avec Frontières

"I didn't come to England to drink foreign beer" is my normal attitude to, er, going to England, and it's one I heard from Merideth (all the way from California) standing chatting by the Bières Sans Frontières bar at the Great British Beer Festival on Tuesday. However, the range of cask-conditioned American and continental rarities on offer meant I was making an exception this time round. Well, nearly.

A lot of the stuff I was interested in was in the upper ranges of beer ABVs, so I thought I'd take it easy to begin with and have a YoHo Tokyo Black, a mere 5.5% alcohol. It wasn't terribly exciting, the thick tarry texture being the most interesting aspect. On the flavour there were some caramel and coffee notes, making me think of an English mild. Very mild, in fact. It all had me needing something with a bit more flavour.

Fearing the supply wouldn't last long, I followed with a third of The Angel's Share from Port Brewing in California. Aye, not bad. Or rather, one of the best beers I've ever tasted. There's quite a light touch on the bourbon barrel, lending it a whisky-like character but without any of the cloying sweet or woody characteristics of Scottish whisky-aged ales. Amazingly, at 12.5% ABV it comes across no more boozy than a typical wine at this strength. I don't think I need go into a list of the flavours coming from this immensely complex ale (think vanilla, think raisins): I can't hope to do it all justice. Just be aware that the finish is incredibly long, and that anyone who has ideas about wine=good while beer=bad needs a glass of this. Phew.

The palate needed a bit of clearing after that, and I was thirsty having spent half an hour sipping my tiny glass, taking a wander around the cavernous venue as I savoured. So next up was a light and hoppy east coaster: Freshchester Pale Ale from Captain Lawrence in New York state. It's basically hops-and-water, a real beer for the maltophobe. The flavour is acidic and raw, and I can imagine this would be tempered when served from the keg. But on cask it's green green green all the way, with a light body ensuring it remains drinkable. Tasty, and just what I needed before tackling barrel number 2.

Tsarina Esra is an imperial stout from De Molen, the Dutch brewery I visited last year. This one was being served from the wood, and definitely had an oakier flavour than The Angel's Share, with the whisky and vanilla flavours one might expect. However there's also a very nice liquorice bitterness to it, as well as the perfect creamy silk texture. Utterly delicious.

I don't see De Molen Amarillos anywhere on my BSF beer list, but I was handed some by Maeib (thanks!). Were you guys sneaking beer into the country's largest festival? Anyway, it's gorgeous too: those wonderful manadarin notes of American hoppy beers with a sharp lip-smacking tang. Much less work than any American double IPA I've had.
(Late late edit: I just realised I had this at the brewery shortly after it was bottled. It was good back then too.)

My mention of goats-in-millinery a few weeks ago prompted a recommendation for HopDevil, from the Victory brewery in Pennsylvania. Cheers, lemasney, I enjoyed this. It's a wonderfully balanced IPA with all the bitter complexity of Goose Island IPA and the maltiness of Brooklyn's East India Pale Ale. A damned near perfect example of the style.

The last US beer of the day completed the barrel set. I'd missed Dogfish Head's 90 minute IPA, but their Palo Santo Marron was still on. This thick black ale is brimming with light fruit flavours: I got cherries and chestnuts in abundance with a hint of raspberries and a tasty smoky caramel finish. With the strong stuff out of the way, my palate was in need of a complete reset and I reckoned only a lambic would do it. I opted for Girardin Lambiek and was glad I did: a textbook mouth-waterer.

Up at the German and Czech end of the bar I chanced a dark beer from the middle of the Czech Republic: Bernard Černé. After all that had gone before I was a tad disappointed. This dark keg lager is quite dry and schwarzbier-like. Just a bit too charcoally for my liking. I won't be rushing back to Prague on the strength of this one. Before I headed off to nab some token English beers, Tandleman served me a Keesmann Herren Pils, the soft creamy flavour of which reminded me of why this style is still worth drinking. I don't think I've ever had a pils this good. It's not a style I thought it possible to enthuse over, but that's what I like about festivals: I learn stuff.

Next up, I go around the corner and into England.