As I write this, a vicious storm appears to be moving in. Time to batten down the hatches and keep this quick, as houses on our street tend to lose power when storms like this blow through.
Today, I'm going with the 3 Monts Grande Réserve, a biere de garde from Saint Sylvestre. I'm a big fan of biere de gardes, and this one does not disappoint. I had to wrestle with this one for a bit, as instead of a traditional wire cage, its cork is held in place with a giant staple. Yes, a big old, industrial, metal staple. Once I won the wrestling match and cracked it open, I was rewarded with a light amber hued beer with a lingering, fluffy white marshmallow-esque head. Threre's a floral, sweet aroma, and the taste has a creamy feel, with apple, pear candi sugar, bread, and honey, with very little hop bitterness. Tastes a bit boozy, and it somewhat is, with an 8.3% ABV. Really nice beer, and well worth your hard earned dollars should you see it available somewhere.
Even without any help, you can probably translate the name of this beer to 'Three Mountains,' which refers to a mountainous area in Flanders, which originally was an obstacle for this brewery to get their beer to other neighboring towns. This brewery doesn't know the original date when operations started, but it has been in operation since at least the 1860's, if not earlier.
Thing to Think About Today:
In the spirit of three, I give you two choices: Which is the better take on the notion that three, is in fact the magic number?
EITHER:
OR:
Apologies that youtube doesn't have the original version of this song available in a video that wasn't shot on someone's iPhone at a concert. However, whichever one you choose it's clear that three is the magic number.
