Ale is a wonderful thing. It is the perfect marriage of humankind's ingenuity and the fruits of Mother Nature. Unlike so many things we humans perpetrate, brewing takes what nature offers and produces something that can marry the essence of the natural world and the selfish desires of human beings into something wondrous: like landscape gardening but infinitely more intoxicating! What I love about ale is that it is seasonal. Of course, you can drink whatever you like whenever you like, but ale definitely comes in seasons. In the colder phases such as Spring, Autmumn and Winter, (if you're living in the UK, 3/4 of the year are cold...actually more like 7/8ths) the freshness of the air and the need for richness and comfort cause one to gravitate towards the darker, more luxurious shades of ale such as the Porter, the Stout or the heavily malted bitter. Like the days, pints get darker, smokier and heavier. The nose of such brews can be imbued with the rise of a wood fire, the reassuring embrace of brewed coffee and the heady velvet of a brandy or rum. Crisp autumnal mornings and crackling fireplaces have been miniaturised and distilled into glasses of stout and porter, I promise you. Summer sunshine brings the freshness and florality of hoppy, herbal citrus-noted golden and amber ales: grassy and bittersweet with a fresh crispness bordering on lager-esque and equally refreshing but with the ability to be richer and roll with a fuller body: beers such as Badger's Golden Glory or an IPA like Sierra Nevada can taste tossed in freshly cut grass, flower petals, lemon zest and, in the case of some European lagers, hemp. Of course, I adore lager as well and at the height of summer, it comes to its zenith.
If you ever visit somewhere, taste its food but also taste its beer: around the year I truly believe a landscape can be sculpted and projected through the beer it yields: stand on a cliff in Cornwall slurping a Doombar and you'll know what I mean. Throughout this blog, I will mention when I drink beers and by all means, ignore my seasonality: drink is for when you want it and should be taken exactly how you want it, I merely mention it because I am somewhat romantic and like to revel in the nostalgia sensuality can bring. You'd never guess I was born in the South of England would you? What a nauseating fop I sound.