OMG, I’ve quit so many homebrew clubs because of their unnatural fascination with hops, Hops, HOPS!!! Boil 'em, brew on 'em, back 'em in your taps… HOPSSS!!!
If i wanted to feel like I’ve just been smacked in the face with a bag of fresh grass cuttings, I’m sure I could pay a guy.
One fucking guy was making hops extracts to DROPPER into his Hazy New England IPA so there was a fucking green oil slick on top. I quit on the spot, got up and walked out.
Reference brewing in to US is a lost art. Present a Kölsch or a Maibock in spec and they shit on you because its too sweet, but if you just make it an Imperial with more hops…?
Ptui.
Urban millennials. It’s barely even ironic, although in my experience the retreat into hedonism and arrested development are coping mechanisms for a world that isn’t even remotely what any of the adults in the 90s promised us it would be. Any outward excitement is simply a mask over a deep ennui.
Also it’s a copypasta.
