Pictures of the kids

Beer is beautiful. At least it should be.

Whether it's the tiny bubbles settling in a well-poured Irish stout, Belgian lace coating the inside of a glass in snowflake-like patterns, or merely the the rich pallete of beer colors: obsidian, caramel, amber, red, gold, and straw--beer should be a feast for all your senses (I like the way it sounds, too).

So I thought I'd snap a few pictures of some brews near and dear to my heart while working on bottling this weekend.


Mole Porter, v. 3.0. Though beers tend to look darker in large volumes, this one is just as black in the glass.




Chris' hefeweizen, which I enjoyed while getting ready to bottle. Notice the excellent head retention. (Aside--this good beer, Muddy. I know it isn't what you were aiming for, but I think it's maturing into an interesting combination of flavors. Play with it a little and you might be on to a completely new style.)




Matrimoniale, my pride and joy. I was worried about this on the first few tastings, now it's all I can do to keep from drinking more than one at once. Not a beer for everybody, it's definitely more in line with the more aggressive Belgian trippels (think Westmalle, if you've ever had that). But I'm really, really happy with this one. I hope I can pull it off again.